#but the fact he focused energy into singling him out made me look at him deeper and now I cannot unsee The Vision
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Fuck up the Friendship // D. Grayson x AFAB!reader
Requested? Yes!
WARNINGS: SMUT 18+ only!! Dacryphilia, consensual photos, slight degradation, sex toys, multiple orgasms
Summary: It’s just two friends helping each other get some frustration out. Until it isn’t. (Not titans!verse. He’s just hot.)
“Ah, shit.” The curse slipped out of your mouth just as your phone slipped out of your hand and clattered to the floor. You shot the offending object a withering glare and shifted the grocery bags in your arms. Maybe if you kicked it towards your door…
The door to the stairwell opened behind you and you looked up to find your neighbor and friend, Dick Grayson, staring down at your phone as well. He raised his gaze to yours and smirked at the sight of you drowning under Trader Joe’s bags.
“Need some help?” He didn’t wait to hear your answer and swooped down to grab your phone. He then grabbed the bag that was doing a balancing act in the crook of your elbow and caught your keys with his other hand just as they tumbled out of your loose grip.
“Thanks.” You took a chance to admire the flex in his shoulders as he raised your keys and unlocked your door. Clad in only a tank top and some shorts, Dick’s very well-proportioned physique was on full display and you gladly soaked in the sight of all that tanned skin and toned muscles.
He pushed open your door and waved you in, following close behind as you headed towards the kitchen to drop the bags off on the counter. Dick dropped your stuff onto the counter next to your stuff and immediately grabbed a water out of the fridge.
“Are you going to help me with this or are you going to just sit on the counter and look pretty?” you teased. He batted his lashes at you and grinned, leaning back against the fridge. Dick took a long drink from his water, tipping his head back and exposing the length of his throat. Your eyes strayed to the smooth skin there before you tore your gaze away and focused on pulling out your groceries for the week.
Who could blame you? The past five folks you had gone on dates with turned out to be duds, including the guy you had met for coffee earlier today. Just once, you wanted someone who didn’t make you want to cry tears of boredom or question if this was a safe decision as you made a hasty escape out of the bar. You could only work the edge off so much before your fingers started to lose efficacy.
And Dick Grayson was hot so sue you.
But he was also unattainable. I mean, as far as you were aware, he was single but he was also the son of Gotham’s billionaire bachelor. Dick had a face for the big screens and a body that anyone would want under or over them. He was just your neighbor and friend. That’s all.
“Didn’t you have that date today? How’d it go?”
Your response was holding up a frozen pizza and a bottle of wine. He winced and joined you in unpacking the groceries.
“That’s…what, five in four weeks?”
“At this rate, I’m never getting laid.”
He let out a low cough and then shook his head as if to clear his mind. You hid your smirk by facing the pantry to add some pasta and pancake mixes to the boxes cluttered there. Giving him an out, you changed the line of questioning.
“Go for a run?”
“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his dark hair and the locks fell effortlessly around his face like some fucking model. “Figured I could get some pent up energy out, y’know?”
“Mhm. Want a few slices?” You set the oven to preheat and loaded the pizza onto a tray. Dick considered it for a moment and then nodded. It was normal for the two of you to share dinner. Dick moved into the apartment next door three months after you did and after a series of run ins and one instance of borrowing sugar for cookies, the two of you struck up an easy friendship.
And then he had landed in your apartment in a skintight body armor suit and a stab wound in his thigh. Not much changed with the whole Nightwing revelation except the fact that you two grew much closer.
“Any plans tonight?” he asked as he poured you a glass of wine. He didn’t pour one for himself, something about not drinking and grappling. You snagged the glass and took a long sip before shrugging.
“Well, it’s just me and my rabbit vibrator tonight,” you joked. “I’ll probably catch up on Real Housewives or something. Just patrol tonight or do you have a target?”
“Just patrol,” he murmured. His bright blue eyes darkened slightly as you raised the glass to your lips and took a small sip. “I’ll probably be in earlier than normal tonight.”
“That’s good. Shoot me a text when you’re home, okay?”
True to his word, your phone buzzed at two in the morning when you were crawling into bed after a late night of shitty reality television and stress knitting. You shot off a text in response to Dick and set your phone on the nightstand, not thinking any more of it.
A knock sounded on the door.
Frowning, you stepped carefully to the door and peered through the peephole, finding Dick standing on the other side with damp hair and low hanging sweats. You yanked the door open and came face to face with his shirtless torso.
“Are you okay?” you asked. He stared at you for a moment and then let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head.
“This is stupid. Never mind.”
You crossed your arms over your chest, fully aware of the fact that you were only wearing panties and one of his old t-shirts that had gotten into your laundry somehow. Dick’s chest heaved with his next big breath and then suddenly he was kissing you.
Tilting your head up into his touch, you moaned into the kiss. It was gentle and hesitant, but once you began reciprocating, he increased the pressure. The kiss became more teeth than lips as the two of you fought for dominance.
Dick pushed you back as his calloused hands settled on your hips and held you steady. He kicked the door shut behind you and fumbled with the lock, all without breaking the kiss. You ran your hand up the ridges of his torso and pulled away from his lips as he mouthed at your jaw and the column of your throat.
“Fucking hell, Dick,” you gasped. He grinned against your skin and nipped at the junction between your neck and collar. He was having too much fun torturing you, you decided, and you shoved your hand down the front of his sweatpants, finding him commando underneath. A throaty groan escaped him as your hand enclosed around his hard cock.
“Two can play that game, birdy,” you taunted. His head fell back, lips parted in a silent moan as you stroked your fist up and down his length. Dick shuddered as cupped his balls and rolled them.
He grunted and caught your wrist to stop your movement. His other hand grabbed your jaw, forcing your lips to part in an “o”. He spat onto your tongue and then crashed his lips against yours, licking your mouth clean. His hot tongue caressed yours, causing drool to pool at the corner of your lips as slick built between the folds of your cunt.
“Can we,” you panted as he finally relented from tongue fucking your mouth. “Can we at least move to the bed?”
Dick grabbed your thighs and hauled you up closer to the firm lines of his body. You shrieked and wrapped your arms around his neck as he settled a hand on your ass and squeezed. He carried you into the bedroom with ease and you were suddenly reminded that he was a fucking vigilante that wore skin tight spandex on the regular. How did he hide his cock in the suit?
You didn’t have time to think as you yanked your shirt over your head and tossed it into the corner of your room before latching your lips onto his once more. He tasted like mint toothpaste and you shuddered at the thought. Was he about to climb into bed when he saw your text and came over? Had he been fucking his fist, imagining it was the tight heat of a cunt wrapped around him?
“Tell me if you don’t want this.” Dick’s voice broke you out of your thoughts. He turned around so his back was to the bed and then he sat down, settling you on his lap. You bounced slightly and caught yourself by planting one hand on the headboard. He sucked in a sharp breath as the thin fabric of your panties ghosted along his shaft.
“I need to know,” you murmured. “Is this a one time thing?”
He gazed up at you with those crystalline blue eyes and you reached up to brush some of his raven locks out of his face. Dick pursed his kiss swollen lips and then sighed.
“I can’t do a relationship. Not with the life I live. It wouldn’t be fair to the other person.”
Your heart fell just a little, but you wouldn’t let that stop you from getting an orgasm or two. “So, I’m horny, you’re horny. The hookup scene in Bludhaven sucks. We’re just two friends helping each other.”
“Just two friends.”
“Who give each other orgasms.”
“We can even go get STI tests together.”
“Well now that’s starting to sound like a date.”
He grinned and tilted his chin up to kiss you, softer and slower than the heated rush in the kitchen. His rough and calloused hands, strengthened from years of acrobatics and crime fighting, ghosted along the soft flesh of your breasts. Dick bent his head and pressed a delicate kiss to each nipple. You gasped and thrust your chest up further as sparks shot through you. With a grin, he applied kitten licks along your tits as you fisted your hands in his hair.
“Either shit or get off the pot, Grayson,” you snarled, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. He raised his hips and let you slide them off.
“Condom,” he blurted out. You leaned over and ripped open the drawer to your nightstand where you kept condoms, lube, and your old friend, the vibrator. Dick smirked and reached back, grabbing the vibrator and a condom before you could argue.
“What’s the record number you’ve had on this thing?” he asked.
“Dunno. Two? Three? My wrist starts getting all cramped.”
A devilish grin flickered across his face and your breath caught in your throat. This was Nightwing, the first Robin. This was the vigilante that taunted mercenaries, crime lords, and intergalactic threats. This was the Gothamite who grew up with numerous siblings who all fought crime in their own way. This was the guy that saw a challenge and instead of running away, he faced it with a smirk.
Your chest rose and fell with heaving, gasping breaths as he pulled you down so he was lying on his back and then rolled you over so he was on top. Your legs parted without thinking and he sat back, his eyes studying carefully.
The first vibration shot through your clit and down your spine. You threw your head back with a soundless cry and he lowered the vibration until it brought you to the edge and kept you there. Your eyes burned with unshed tears as the waves of pleasure mixed with the frustrating realization that no matter what, you couldn’t come. You whined and bucked your hips against the tremors of the toy, but he held your hips down in place.
“Please, Dick,” you cried. Your cunt ached with want and your core was impossibly tight. He hummed and raised the setting just once. The growing knot in your stomach snapped and a tide of pleasure washed over you, setting your nerves on fire. Tears dripped down the corner of your eyes when you came down from your high and realized that he wasn’t pulling the vibrator away.
“That’s one,” he cooed.
“Sa-” your words were cut off with a breathy moan. “Sadist.”
“Oh, you’re just now finding this out?”
Your second orgasm built quickly and you clenched your teeth together as a high pitched whine tore past your throat. Dick watched in amazement as your pussy fluttered and clenched around nothing. Your entire body seized up as he titled the vibrator just a little to the right and it collided with the most sensitive part of your clit. Dick pulled the orgasm out of you with quick, coaxing movements that had your vision blurring. You were so fucking oversensitive that it felt like your first orgasm had barely finished when the second one started. He shut the vibrator off and gave you a chance to recover while he tugged off his pants.
“I gotta know what that pretty little pussy feels like wrapped around my cock,” he hummed, sliding his fingers along your slit and gathering the slick that pooled there. You laid boneless and sated on the bed, but didn’t protest when he manhandled you onto his lap and thrust up into you in one quick stroke. Broken moans escaped both of you in sync and you buried your face against his shoulder as he settled you on his cock.
“You feel just as good as I was hoping,” Dick growled.
“Shut up and fuck me, pretty boy,” you spat. “Or do you just leave every person high and dry?”
“You’re crying, you pathetic baby.” He brushed the tears off of your cheeks and then slid his thumb between your parted lips. You could taste him on his thumb and you obediently licked it clean before wrapping your lips around it and sucking. He watched in rapt attention, his eyes never leaving the sight of your glassy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and puffy lips wrapped around him.
You pulled off with a grin. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”
“Can I? Seriously. I won’t show it to anyone else and I’ll keep it encrypted so only I can access it.” The thought of him in his apartment, on patrol, or somewhere on a mission with the Titans with his fist wrapped around his throbbing cock as he fucked himself to the sight of his control over you…
Your walls clenched around him and he grunted, rocking up into you instinctively. You grabbed his shoulders and nodded. Dick grabbed your phone off of the nightstand and grabbed your jaw with the other hand. Your lips parted once more and he shoved two fingers in your mouth. You blinked up at him from under your lashes, tears clinging to the bottom.
As he took photos, Dick fucked up into you in short thrusts, striking that one particular spot in you that had you gasping and clutching his wrists. He let his hand fall from your mouth and you collapsed forward, your forehead pressing against his shoulder as he fucked you open.
“Third time’s the charm, huh?” he rasped in your ear. “Next time, I’ll hold you down and spread you open. Play with you until you’re practically begging me. And then I’ll make you come on that vibe until you’re screaming my name.”
“God, you’re just as talkative in bed as you are out of it,” you groaned. He chuckled and started at a brutal pace. You couldn’t stop your eyes from rolling back as you took his continued thrusts with pure bliss. The rising tide of pleasure was building again and, thanks to the last two orgasms, was feeling like it would steal all the air from your lungs. Choking sobs poured from your lips as he grabbed your ass and pulled you deeper onto him.
“Dick, please. Dick, oh god, I can’t take it anymore. Please make me come. Please.”
“Shhh. Shhh, I gotcha, honey. I gotcha. You can come anytime you want. You’ll be a good girl and come, won’t you?”
You clenched desperately around him as he bucked wildly, finishing in the condom. Pressing your cheek against his shoulder, you hid your face in the column of his throat and sucked a hickey on his jaw as the orgasm subsided. Your walls were so sensitive that you whined in pain when he started to pull out and Dick froze before settling you down on him again.
“Jus’ give me a few minutes,” you slurred. He muffled a laugh against the top of your head.
“Alright, honey. Take all the time you need.”
It was just two friends helping each other out, that’s all. Dick Grayson gave mind blowing, leg shaking orgasms and received plenty in return. He also refused to leave you right after sex and insisted on staying until after he was content with your mental and physical state. It was just sex. Just the absolute best sex of your life with a Greek god.
After four months of some of the greatest sex ever, you woke up with a pit in your stomach as you realized that you were falling for your friend with benefits. You needed a fix and fast. Rolling over to grab your phone, you texted one of your old booty calls in the hopes that he would be interested in catching up. An hour later, you had plans to meet him at a bar that night.
Good. Great. Awesome. A distraction. A distraction and an orgasm or two that didn’t come from Bludhaven’s resident vigilante who was also incredibly flexible and profoundly giving. Also the same guy who was standing outside his apartment next door when you left to meet up with your date for the night.
“Hey,” you greeted as you locked the door. His eyes drifted over your body and he grinned.
“What time are you gonna be home tonight?” he asked, leaning his shoulder up against the door. You ignored the bulging muscles under the thin shirt he wore. The strong, very capable muscles.
“I’m actually meeting a, uh, a friend. I don’t know what time I’ll be back but um…don’t wait up, y’know?”
“Oh.” There was something strange in his voice, but you didn’t have the time to stick around and ask what was wrong. You were already running late as is.
“I’ll be sure to use a condom and get tested again,” you explained. “No worries there.”
“Right, right. Of course. Hey, if you want to leave or you need to walk home alone or something, let me know. And text me when you get home, okay?” He shoved his hands in his pockets and offered you a tight smile.
“For sure. Hey, is everything okay? You seem off.”
He laughed and shrugged once again. “Nah, I’m fine. Have fun.”
“Thanks, Dick.” You dropped your voice lower. “Stay safe tonight.”
He watched you as you disappeared behind the elevator doors. Dick watched the numbers descend before he dropped his forehead against his door.
Rule number one of friends with benefits: don’t fall in love with your friend.
He was never good with following the rules.
“Way to fucking go, Grayson.”
#dick grayson smut#dick grayson imagine#dick grayson x reader#nightwing imagine#nightwing x reader#nightwing smut
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Rewatched Confession Arc recently because I love crying and also feeling all the weird calcified emotions around my heart shatter in real time and I found myself really focusing on Toichiro's line, "I just need to do what he did for me last time." The actual thing he says this about (turning himself into a vessel to absorb Mob's energy) doesn't happen, but the concept, the idea that everything people do for Mob during this arc is a reflection of what he's done for them, is I think a really crucial component of the narrative.
Mob tells Teru that he's just an average person (and sees through the "protagonist of the world" fantasy to recognize the insecure part of himself he's subsumed), and later Teru tells ???% that he's just an average person (and sees through his rampage to recognize that "Mob" is still in there, which is what wakes him up). Mob sees Ritsu reject their entire relationship after getting carried away with his powers but unflinchingly affirms that they're brothers and he loves him, and later Ritsu is the first one to accept that ???% is truly his brother and not a separate entity. Mob refuses to let Toichiro escape the consequences of his actions by dying, and then Toichiro does the same to him. Mob looks at Reigen on the bridge in Separation Arc and knows the best and worst of him and accepts him for who he is--but not completely.
That's the thing about all of them; what Mob did for them wasn't enough at first. There's this block that keeps it from being resolved until they're able to turn around and offer it back to him. Teru couldn't help but put Mob on a pedestal, which kept them from truly connecting. Ritsu couldn't communicate with Mob in the way he needed to in order to resolve their traumatic history. Toichiro still thought that the best way to make up for what he'd done was to sacrifice himself. Reigen couldn't come clean about his lies, so as much as Mob tried to accept him, all the hurt was repressed instead of resolved, and it didn't do anything to help Mob accept himself.
That can only happen at the end, when everyone takes turns reflecting back what Mob had given them in a way that lets them finally reach apotheosis--and gives Mob the tools he needs to resolve his own character arc.
Teru knocks him down from the pedestal, realizes that he's average and tells him so, and although ???% can't accept that yet, it's true. He's just another person like everyone else. His powers don't make him a god or a monster. And Teru also wakes "Mob" up, recognizing that trapped part of him and fighting tooth and nail to reach him.
Ritsu finally faces his trauma and accepts that it was his brother that hurt him way back then, refuses to let himself be hurt again, and vows that they'll stop avoiding their problems out of fear. And it's this that finally makes Mob face the fact that ???% is a part of himself.
Toichiro chooses not to sacrifice himself to stop Mob, forcing both of them to continue to live despite the hurt they've caused instead of taking the easy way out.
And Reigen tells the truth.
Reigen breaks open the huge unspoken gulf between them and tells Shigeo the same thing everyone else has been saying: You're just like me. This isn't unique; this doesn't make you special or monstrous or divine. This is what every single human has to deal with. We are all made of contradictions, and we all try to hide from them, but that's no way to live. You just need to accept yourself. So he does. And he accepts Reigen too.
#mp100#mob meta#threw this in my drafts for like a month bc i was afraid it was incoherent but i think it says what i want it to
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Note: another fun request!
Warnings: 18+! smut/fluff.
pairing: Sihtric x you (f)
summary: You were the best healer Uhtred and his men had ever met, and they were more than happy when you agreed to travel with them. But when one evening secrets were revealed around the campfire, the night took an unexpected turn.
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'A man never made you finish?'
'Osferth?' Finan grinned.
'Fine,' the monk sighed, 'I was humping one lady when another lady thought I would marry her. And they fought over me.'
'What?' you laughed, shocked.
''Tis true,' Uhtred laughed, 'I saw it happen. More than once, and I'm sure it won't be the last.'
'Aye, I can confirm that too,' Finan said, 'must've learned it from his father.'
You all laughed as Osferth muttered something inaudible.
'And what about you, Finan?' you asked, helping Osferth out with his embarrassment, 'tell us a secret about you.'
'I once fell in love with a lady,' Finan sighed, 'a beautiful lady. And I didn't even hump her, but I still love her, and it's been years.'
'Eadith?' Sihtric asked.
'Eadith,' Finan confessed.
'Who is Eadith?' you asked.
All the men mumbled how Eadith was a blessing and that she truly belonged with Finan, but it just never happened.
'I'm sorry,' you told Finan.
A silence fell and you all stared into the flames in front of you, as you sat under the clear night sky on a cool summer eve.
'Sihtric?' you grinned at the Dane next to you.
'I was once married,' he confessed to you, 'to a whore.'
'Y-you… what?' you snorted, 'is that true?' you looked around the campfire at the other men, who all laughed, nodded and said he was now divorced.
'You guys have lived a hundred lives it seems,' you smiled, 'and you're still single now?'
'I am,' Sihtric said with a cheeky smile.
'Interested?' Uhtred taunted.
'No, just prying into your lives,' you said, 'and what is your truth, Uhtred?'
'I have a son who believes in the nailed god,' Uhtred said, 'and I despise him for that.'
No one had a snarky remark to that, and everyone felt the energy drop around the fire. Until Finan coughed and said, 'anyway, now it's your turn, lady, spill it.'
'Don't make it a sad fact,' Osferth smiled.
'Okay, well,' you thought for a moment, 'this might be a sad fact actually,' you snorted and noticed how all the men sat up a little, focusing on you, as you were still relatively new and a mystery to them.
'In all my life,' you began, 'no man who ever humped me,' you paused, seeing three pairs of eyes grow big with anticipation, 'has been able to fully satisfy me.'
The men were quiet, and all that was heard was the crackling fire and an owl hooting in the distance. Finan's mouth fell slowly open, Osferth looked at you with raised eyebrows, Uhtred desperately tried to hold his laugh and Sihtric just smirked at you.
'You're joking, aye?' Finan eventually said, in disbelief.
'I truly wish I was,' you shrugged.
'You mean,' Uhtred laughed, 'a man never made you finish?'
'That is exactly what I mean, lord.'
'Ever?' Osferth frowned.
'You men are just selfish,' you chuckled, 'once you're done, you think we are done. When in reality, we weren't even close.'
All the men abruptly muttered and defended themselves, saying they were good lovers and the women they had been with had never complained, which started an argument among the men and they soon already forgot about your confession. You laughed and rolled your eyes, then took a sip from your cup as you felt Sihtric's eyes on you. You turned your head and met his gaze. He was not arguing with the others, instead, he raised his eyebrow and gave you a cocky look. Which you didn't mind, because in truth, the Dane had caught your attention since you first met him a little while ago, but it was only during this trip that you got to know him a little better.
You had patched Sihtric up a few times. You had soon found out that the pretty boy was a little clumsy, and often tripped over his feet, or simply slipped and fell down a track in the forest, earning a few cuts and bruises. But as clumsy as he was during his travels, the more skilled he was on the battlefield, which had surprised you. You expected him to be completely battered and bruised after the last battle, but he only had a few cuts and minor bruises. Yet he still came to see you, pretending his wounds were near fatal, and you couldn't deny he had you wrapped around his finger, but you had him wrapped around your finger all the same. You both just played it cool and didn't make any advances. But something was different about Sihtric that night, the way he had looked at you, with that cocky look and a hint of mischief in his eyes.
As the other men argued, you kept your eyes locked on each other for a little too long, and you just knew that you and Sihtric would be the last ones to sit around the fire that night.
Everyone had gone to their tents to get a good night's rest, except for you and Sihtric, as you had expected. You both stared into what was left of the fire. The cool night air quietly filled itself with tension as Sihtric laid back, propped up on one elbow, and you lightly leaned against his shoulder.
'I bet I could treat you well,' Sihtric suddenly whispered, looking up at you.
You stared at him, an eyebrow raised, 'oh really?' you grinned.
'In fact,' Sihtric's eyes trailed down to your lips, 'I can guarantee you, by the time I'm done with you, you will be screaming my name.'
'That's a bold claim,' you scoffed.
'Would you like me to prove it to you?' Sihtric asked, smiling.
You considered his offer, but only for a split second, and then you told him that if he doesn't live up to his words, you'd never let him forget it, which he accepted.
Sihtric took your hand and pulled you into his tent, where he was fast to kiss you, slow and tender, which you didn't expect from the otherwise seemingly rough warrior, but it was a pleasant surprise. And it felt easy, almost natural, to strip each other of all clothes in between kisses. Sihtric chuckled as he looked at your figure in the dim candle light, his rough hands moving over your sides.
'I've been thinking of you ever since we met,' he smiled and pulled you down onto the soft furs with him, 'every night,' he sighed before he kissed you again.
You smiled against his lips and allowed the Dane to take full control, granting him permission to try and make you finish, for once. You had to admit that the way he kissed and touched you, definitely made you more aroused than you had ever felt before, and you figured he was off to a good start. Not much later Sihtric kissed his way down your body.
'Has a man ever finished you with his tongue?' he grinned, to which you shook your head.
Even that never happened. You saw Sihtric's eyes had darkened, and soon you felt his face between your thighs, his tongue licking you in all the right ways, in between soft kisses and sighs. Sihtric held you in place, his rough hands firmly gripping your thighs as you squirmed at the feeling of him. His tongue, his lips, his soft hums and the roughness of his facial hair was enough to bring you to your climax already.
'You want to finish, little healer?' Sihtric smirked as your moans intensified.
'Please,' you breathed heavily, gripping his hair and forcing his mouth down on your again, 'oh, gods,' you moaned and squealed when you felt his mischievous laugh vibrate against your core.
'Guess I'll finish you twice in one night, my lady,' Sihtric chuckled.
And merely seconds later, he pushed you over the edge with his tongue. You came with a high pitched moan, your hand pulling his short hair as you arched your back, locking your legs around his neck, feeling his tongue inside you before you fell back onto the furs, completely out of breath.
Sihtric licked his lips and wiped his mouth, satisfied as he pulled away from you, moving up to take your chin in his hand, and he kissed your lips gently.
'Gods,' you laughed as the Dane smirked at you, proud of his first achievement of the night, and he pulled you up to him as he sat back.
You straddled his lap and Sihtric laced his fingers with yours, smiling sweetly before kissing your lips again.
'Did you like that?' his low, raspy voice made you lightheaded, and you wrapped your arms around his neck.
'Mhm,' you hummed and nuzzled his nose softly as Sihtric trailed his hands lightly up and down your bare back, 'you made half your promise true,' you chuckled.
'Hm, don't worry,' Sihtric laughed softly, leaving open-mouthed kisses on your neck, 'I will fulfill my entire promise, just tell me when you're ready for me.'
'I'll need a moment,' you giggled and bit down on your lip as Sihtric gave you a sweet smile and a quick understanding nod.
He gently pushed you to lay down on your back again and moved on top of you, propped up on his elbows, gently caressing both your warm cheeks with his rough thumbs. And Sihtric gazed into your eyes, which suddenly told you this was more to him than just wanting to prove he could please you. And you were right. Sihtric didn't want to just please you. He wanted to honour you and love you. Because he had been in love with you since he had met you. And tonight, even if it was just for this one night, he thought, you were finally his. And Sihtric suddenly felt overwhelmed with his love for you, taking him by surprise, and he crashed his lips into yours. He captured you in a deep, passionate kiss, pouring his love out with soft moans as his fingers moved up in your hair, tangling your locks in a firm grip. You smiled against his lips when a sudden rush of butterflies made you feel giddy, and Sihtric pulled away slightly.
'You okay?' he asked, out of breath.
'Yeah,' you sighed, 'I think I'm ready, Sihtric,' you smiled.
He exhaled sharply at your words, and moved into a slightly more comfortable position. And whereas you had expected him to fuck you like a wild savage, which you wouldn't have minded in all truth, he entered you slow and gentle, allowing you to adjust to him. You sighed at the feeling of his length inside you and you smiled at him, fully allowing yourself to fall in love with him. Even if it was, possibly, only for one night.
'Feels good for you, sweetheart?' Sihtric whispered in your ear, to which you hummed with a satisfied smile.
'I promise I'll make you finish,' he breathed as he began to thrust into you, slow and deep.
And he made tender, sweet and passionate love to you. His hand cupped your cheek as he held your hip gently with his other, grinding his sweaty, muscular body against yours, while whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
And Sihtric felt your hands all over him; his back, his hips, his shoulders, his chest, and in his hair. You earned a heavy grunt from the warrior when you softly tugged his hair in pleasure, and it made your walls tighten around him.
'You feel so nice,' you moaned, 'gods, so nice.'
'So do you, my love,' he husked and pecked your lips, 'oh, my love,' he sighed, with a desperate pitch.
And then Sihtric moved his body, just slightly, suddenly taking you in that perfect angle and you threw your head back into the furs. The overwhelming sensation of your climax was approaching, and you grabbed onto Sihtric's body wherever you could, begging him for more while he kept his steady, head spinning slow pace up. And he chuckled softly when he felt you nearing your high.
'Am I good to you, darling?' he whispered in your ear, breathing heavily.
'S-so good,' you mewled, 'gods, so good. Don't stop, please, my love, don't stop,' you begged, 'I've never felt this good before.'
'I won't stop until you finish,' he purred, 'I promise,' he smiled and kissed your lips, 'come, my love, finish for me,' he whispered, brushing his lips over yours, 'I can feel that you want to.'
'Sihtric, please,' you pleaded, your nails digging into his broad shoulders.
'Oh, that's it,' he moaned, slowly thrusting deep inside you, and he circled his arm around your waist, supporting you as you arched your back into him, 'that's it, darling,' he sighed, starting to struggle as his own climax approached, 'you can give it to me, you deserve to release it.'
When Sihtric leaned his forehead against yours, and bucked his hips into you once more, you finally allowed yourself to surrender to him, and to yourself. Finally feeling what it's like to be finished by a man, only seconds before you felt him spill inside you, and it was a feeling of pure bliss, which made your head spin for a long moment after Sihtric had already pulled out and cleaned you both up.
He then pulled you in his arms, covering you both up with a soft blanket, and he held you tight, occasionally pecking your skin with his lips, waiting for you to come back down from your high, while he still felt like he was in another dimension himself. After a little while you chuckled softly, to which Sihtric frowned and gave you a cheeky look.
'Care to share your amusement?'
'No, just… I can't believe how gentle you were,' you smiled, 'and… I guess I have to thank you, for this night.'
'It was all my pleasure,' Sihtric kissed your cheek, 'and if you wish to spend more nights with me,' he smiled, 'I will always welcome you.'
'But what if I might have feelings for you?' you joked, except not really, 'would that be a problem… or make things weird?'
'Lady,' Sihtric smiled, 'I've had feelings for you for a long time already.'
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Deal with the Devil
~Professor!John Price x Student!Reader (Part Two)
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Word Count: ~3.6K
CW: Minors Do Not Interact, NSFW, Smut, Inappropriate Teacher/Student Relationships, Sexual Tension, Praise Kink, Name Calling (good girl, sweetheart), not really much aftercare, AFAB Reader, She/Her Pronouns, Face Fucking, Fingering.
When you finally make it to class, Price is nowhere to be seen. You were a few minutes early, hoping to be as pointed as he usually is, trying to see if there was anything else he needed for the day. A few other students file into class behind you and you take your usual place, sitting in the front row. There aren't many students that actually show up to his class anymore, most of them just take the failure on their transcript or drop the class altogether.
You’d like to think that Price had respected your determination, and that's why he had agreed to the extra credit in the first place.
You’re half-buried in your textbook when he finally walks in, coffee in hand. He offers you a simple smile, as well as the rest of the students. He always extends kindness to his students, so you don’t expect special treatment, however, it still comes.
“Sleep well?” He finally looks over to you, talking low as he sits his bag against his desk. It takes you off guard slightly. You only give him a small nod, your eyes following his face, and he moves to sit at the edge of his desk.
“Let’s get started, shall we?” The question seems to fall on deaf ears as no one replies to him, but despite that, he begins his lecture anyway.
You fall into staring at him, watching as he moves back and forth in front of the whiteboard, jotting down terms and dates. You can’t get yourself to focus on a single one with how his pants hug his thighs nicely, nearly busting out of the seams with one small misstep. You watch as he moves, eyes taking in every inch of the man. Somewhere in the depths of your mind, you had wished he would have just asked to fuck you in return for extra credit. He just exudes the kind of energy of a man that’s good in bed.
When your eyes finally move to his face, he’s watching you. He gives you a small smirk, and you can barely hide the flush at being caught. He probably knows about your not-so-little infatuation with him and the fact that he didn’t take advantage of it directly when you had asked for extra credit just made him so much more attractive to you. You try your best to focus on your notes, swearing to deny anything he says to you about the staring.
Finally, he begins to wipe away the information on the whiteboard, clearing his throat and you realize that you’ve spent well over forty-five minutes just drinking him in. You curse to yourself, another class directly down the drain, and swear to yourself that you’ll read and re-read the chapter he had gone over several times before you go to sleep tonight.
“Enjoy the rest of your day,” He finally speaks to the class, and you hang back as the others leave. The lump in your throat forms at being caught staring at him multiple times. You need to tell him about his meeting, the damn meeting.
When he finally does speak up to you, you had fully expected to be called out, but he leaves it in the air between the two of you, focusing on your agreement instead, “What does the rest of my day look like?” He finally looks over to you, dusting his hands off and leaning against the front of his desk.
You cough, trying to collect your composure and glancing at the clock, “You have a meeting in about an hour.” When you finally speak it sounds rehearsed, and you know he catches on. He’s a smart man, a very smart man. You know you look absolutely ridiculous to him right now.
“Right, I almost forgot about that one,” He nods as he keeps talking, his gaze moving to the clock, “I’m gonna need you to come with me to that…to take some notes.” His eyes move back to you to gauge your reaction. His eyes were stern and you give him a nod before looking down at your clothes.
You don’t look bad by any means, but jeans and a tee shirt is definitely not business attire, “Should I go change? This is hardly professional.” You speak, unsure of your words but he just gives you a small laugh.
“It’s nothing important, just meeting with a couple of colleagues. You look fine. I just need you there to keep me on track.” You watch him, arms crossed against his chest and you give him a small smile as you nod to him.
“I can do that.”
“I’m sure you can,” He smirks at his words before he jerks his head towards the door, signaling you to follow him and you hurriedly grab your things and make your way out.
You pick up the pace, trying to settle into a good stride right beside him. It was a nice stroll through the grounds, but the weather was poor, so many of the students could be found hiding away in their respective dorms. Some part of you was happy about that; not wanting to explain why you were with the professor.
It doesn’t take long until he shuffles you into a small conference room and all eyes are on you, and you wonder what they think of you. Teacher’s Pet. New Teacher’s Assistant. You just hope they all assume you’d signed up to be his TA. He takes a seat among his colleagues, and you have to admit, he lives up to the drill sergeant comment that the other student had made. He commands a room like no other.
You sit silently as the meeting starts, jotting down things that seem important. There’s a comment about another meeting and you write that in the margins of his planner, keeping it in the forefront of your brain, needing to put it in your own so you don’t forget to remind him about it.
It goes on without a hitch, but, with the slight smell of coffee and tobacco, Price leans in to whisper in your ear, “Jot that down,” and his hand taps on the notebook you had splayed in front of you. You try to hide the way your breath gets caught in your throat, but you know he’s way too close to ignore it. You keep your eyes on the notebook, but with all honesty, you don’t even know what to write down, all the thoughts in your head blocking out what the other men say in favor of pulling the feeling of his breath on your ear to the forefront of your mind.
You’re sure he can hear your heartbeat from here and you move your hand up to chew at your nails, trying to conceal the slight flush on your cheeks. It does no good, and you can only silently thank any god that would listen that nobody else has eyes on you.
Nobody else but him.
Your hands are shaking when you try to write down the next thing being said, and it’s honestly no use but you try anyway.
“You’re doing good,” His words are quiet as they filter into your ears, and this time, your eyes shoot over to look at him, and he, surprisingly, looks slightly proud of himself. The praise is what finally breaks you, and you know he knows it.
You pull your eyes away from him, readjusting yourself in your seat and trying your best to pretend to be okay. Pretend like his words weren’t setting you on fire in the seat and tearing you apart.
The meeting finally comes to a close and you quickly shut the notebook and planner, shoving it into your bag and Price is waiting for you at the door when you finally gather your things. There’s a wet heat between your legs and you silently curse yourself for letting him rile you up so much.
He’s doing it on purpose. You’re not for sure, but the proud look on his face says it all.
The walk back to his office is silent, too silent, and you stray slightly behind him as you try to keep his eyes off of you as much as possible.
Your mind is stuck on the feeling of his breath and the way it had fanned against your face, tickling your throat. It sticks a lump there that you can’t swallow down.
When Professor Price finally unlocks the door to his office, he finally speaks, “You seem a little quiet, is there something on your mind?” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, only opening the door and you follow him inside.
The room is dimly lit, yellow light from the small lamp in the corner resting on the both of you.
“Yeah, but I got some good notes for you.” You feign ignorance.
You know what he’s talking about, but the embarrassment keeps the words you want to say to him from coming out. You don’t let him know that you would much rather him push you up against the wall and fuck you right there. You don’t tell him you want to feel his fingers wrap around your throat.
You don’t tell him because he probably knows.
You feel like a wild animal backed into a corner.
In the small room, just you and him, and you didn’t see that he had clicked the lock on your way in.
“You know, Ms. (l/n),” Price finally speaks again, and your hands shake at your sides, “I’m not a stupid man.” He leans against the heavy wood desk when he finally speaks again, and this is it. This is when he finally fails you. “Did I distract you?” His words are heavy when they finally leave his lips.
“Maybe,” It’s the only thing you can get to leave your lips, and you curse yourself for not being more confident. His gaze tears you down, opening you up for him to see all the attraction. The need for him evident on your features.
“How would you feel if I told you that you’re distracting to me as well,” His words are low, just between the two of you despite being the only ones in the room, “When you stare at me the way you do, can barely get through a lecture with your eyes on me.”
You stay silent, words unable to form in your throat, but he finally continues, “Won’t you be a good girl for me and get on your knees? I’ll show you how much you distract me.”
With that, the dam finally breaks.
“Yes sir,” You barely get the words out and your bag is all but thrown to the floor, resting against the wall, and your eyes stay on his face when you move, knees bending, sending a jolt through you when they finally hit the ground in front of him.
He looks so good in this lighting, and your hands shake as they reach for the front of his pants.
His own hands catch yours before they finally reach him, stilling you and you look back up to his face. There’s a slight worry etched across his features when he speaks, “You can tell me no, sweetheart,” His words take you off guard, “You say the word and you can leave and I’ll still give you the extra credit.”
Somehow, the fact that he wanted to make sure this was a mutual thing only makes you more turned on. You nod to him, trying to find your words, and they barely come out as a whisper to him, “I want to,” You speak and he nods, moving his hand away from your hands to press it against your chin. His thumb rubs sweetly at your cheek, tracing the outline of your lips as you look up at him, eyes staring wide into his.
“You’re such a good girl.” He speaks, thumb pulling your lip down and his hands and the praise almost has your mind in pieces. Your heart pounds heavily in your chest, and you swear it almost pulls a whine out of you. His other hand moves to grab your stalled hands, still resting just before the waistband of his pants before he pulls them closer to him, pressing them against the button.
Your hands finally start moving again, unbuttoning his jeans. You pull down the zipper finally, the sound of it so loud in the small room. When you dip your hands into his underwear, his thumb presses into your lips and he swears, and you open your mouth for him, letting him rest his thumb against your tongue as you finally pull his cock out of his pants.
He feels heavy in your hand, your soft skin wrapped around his length and your eyes finally dart down, taking him all in before moving back to look at his eyes. His hand pulls you in, pulling you closer to him as you stroke him a few times, finally moving to press a small kiss against the tip, and his hand moves to brush a piece of your hair behind your ear before it rests on the top of your head.
He grunts when you finally take him into your mouth, the soft, wet heat pulling him in as your eyes watch his face. “Fuck,” the curse filters into the silent room, and he runs an encouraging hand through your hair. The musky smell of him filling your nose and only pushing you further down onto him. You pull back, letting him out of your mouth with a small pop before you move your hand and try to take him all into your mouth.
“That’s it, such a good girl for me…” His words are darker now, dripping from his tongue seductively and you start bobbing your head, his hand moving to thread into your hair before he moves it to pet your face. It’s intoxicating, his encouragement, the light touches, and you can’t help but whine with him in your mouth, legs rubbing together to search for some kind of relief.
His eyes close and his hand is resting on your chin now, cupping your face as you move, a light groan pushing itself past his lips. “That feels so good, sweetheart, you’re doing so good.” His praise is the only thing in your mind, urging you forward as you attempt to take all of him into your mouth. Your hands move to rest against his hips as his hand moves to grip the hair at the back of your head. Your nose pushes into him, and you gag around him before moving back and his hips move of his own accord, thrusting lightly into your mouth.
The tip hits the back of your throat, pulling a gag out of your mouth. You’re heavily out of practice, but you can’t help the way your hands pull at him, practically begging him to thrust back into your mouth, to use it however he needs to get off. It sends a shiver down your spine, the way his eyes go dark before he thrusts into your mouth again, hand tightening on the strands of hair he’s pulled into his grip. You moan as the tip presses heavy into the back of your throat and he snaps his hips back before plunging himself back into your mouth.
“You’re doing so good,” His words fall out of his mouth like honey as his hips thrust his cock deeper into your lips, and you finally pull one of your hands from his hips to unbutton your own jeans and push your own fingers into your wet heat and he practically growls as he watches you. “That pretty mouth of yours, taking me so well.”
You hold your gags back as he uses your mouth, his pants hitting hard against your chin, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. He could tear you apart and you would just thank him for it afterwards. You moan as he continues fucking into your mouth, the vibrations running along his cock and he lets out a moan. You rub at yourself lightly, the wet sounds your mouth is making only pushing you closer to your own release. Tears prick at the corner of your eyes, but it’s so fucking good that you don’t want him to stop.
“You’re gonna swallow it all, yeah?” His voice is husky when it leaves his mouth, hips faltering in his thrusts and you try your best to give him a nod, but the heavy hand holding your hair only allows for you to barely do so.
His hips stutter as praises fall from his lips, along with a low growl and you can feel when his pleasure finally comes to a peak and he releases into your mouth.
After a few moments, his hand comes to rest on your chin again, pulling you off of him and opening your mouth so he can look at the mess he had made against your tongue. You look at him through your lashes as you close your mouth and make a show of swallowing him down, and you finally speak, your voice coming out whiny and rough from the way he had abused your mouth, “Touch me, please, touch me, sir.” You lean back against your calves, hand against the floor, making a show of touching yourself.
He’s on the floor with you in record time, sitting on his knees and you can barely move your hand before his own is slipping into your pants, rubbing at your clit before he slips two fingers into you. He watches the way your face contorts as a moan escapes your lips at the stretch. “I think you’ve earned some attention, haven’t you?”
“Yes, sir.” Your words break as they leave your mouth, a heavy moan following them out as he curls his fingers inside of you, pressing hard against the spot that feels so fucking good that it has you falling apart. His palm presses against your clit as he continues to pull out of you and push back in.
“So wet for me…” His words send a shiver down you, and you whine, your hand moving to grip his arm as the pleasure takes over your entire form. “You like that, don’t you? Love my fingers in you.”
“Fuckin’ love it,” Your words mix with his before he can even get them out of his mouth, and your brain is mush, mumbling incoherent sounds as your other arm gives out as you lay back on the floor, letting him have his way with you, fingers pushed deep in your cunt.
“You look so pretty like that, all fucked out and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” His words are low, barely there, but they push you closer to your release. It’s nearly embarrassing how he has you laid out on his office floor, rough fingers fucking into you and his palm pushing you further and further, but you don’t care, would let him do it as much as he damn well pleases, using you however he wants.
Pleas and chants fall from your lips when you finally tumble over the edge with him whispering praises of how good of a girl you are for him, and your back nearly arches off of the ground when he speaks, “That’s it, fuck,” And his other hand moves to your face, wiping your hair out of your face as he pumps his fingers into you through your release.
He finally pulls his hands out of your pants, bringing fingers up to his mouth to taste you, and it only causes you to whine as you come down from your high. His hand is heavy on your cheek, thumb rubbing sweetly before he finally stands up, fixing himself in his pants.
There’s just something about being on the floor under him, watching as he fixes himself as if nothing had happened between you as you’re thoroughly spent under him. You pull yourself up onto your elbows, using them to move back to your knees and he leans over to you, hand finding its way back to your face, caressing the skin of your cheek before he speaks, “Clean yourself up, beautiful, and get back to your studies.” His words are back to normal and your eyes roam over his face. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow.” A small smirk plays on his lips as he moves to sit at his desk, watching as you fix yourself.
There’s a slight satisfied grin on his face as he watches you and you move over to your bag to pull out a hair tie to pull your hair up, forgoing even the attempt to try and get the tangles out of it before you pull it up into a bun to try to hide the mess as much as you can. You know your lips are swollen and the light layer of sweat against your skin is starting to dry disgustingly, but his eyes on you just make you feel like you're the most beautiful thing in the world.
You get up off the floor, moving to pull your bag over your shoulder and leave, but his hand catches your wrist, pulling you over to where he sits before he presses a small kiss to your lips. You hadn’t expected the tenderness out of him but it’s welcome, and you give him a small smile before you head for the door.
You think, just for a moment, that you’re gonna milk this agreement for as much enjoyment as possible.
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Hi ,, my heads full of final exams and scara 🤕
this is my first request of a story of any kind but..
Top of the class reader who is trying to help her boyfriend scara pass his exams! But scara would much rather steal looks at her then look at the work questions in front of him. Reader scolds him but it goes in one ear and out the other, bc he thinks it cute (but wouldn’t want to admit it) ㅠㅠ
I’m not sure if you’ve done something similar but, I hope this was a sufficient request for u too work with ٩˙ヘ˙و
– 🌀 anon !!
Focus on the paper, not me!
modern au!scaramouche x f!reader
Sorry this was late! Woooh exams, good thing i won't be dealing with those for a while. That info is more than sufficient, in fact i was already able to picture a whole plot in my head thanks to it 🌀 anon!
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"Scara, we've been at this for hours and we've only studied one chapter."
You'd say the situation was quite... hopeless. You weren't using that term on your boyfriend though. Of course not, you know how well he's able to do good with his grades, but his ways of staying academically afloat are indeed questionable.
Having to drink black coffee the moment he wakes up and cramming lessons and assignments by 3am in the morning was impressive, but seriously unhealthy. You wouldn't be surprised either if he did the same thing for his exams, but surprised you were when he came up to you one day to ask for you to help him study.
and that leads to now.
"How 'bout you try answering these work questions and we'll focus on reviewing the ones you get wrong. We'll start by answering the simpler questions before moving onto—" Your hands were busy rummaging through papers while your gaze shifted left and right across the work sheets.
It was at times like this where Scara's able to take a good look at you. The concentrated look on your face made you look so cute and eager. Your cheeks puffed out just a tiny bit like a little chipmunk busying itself with collecting acorns, or in your case, helping him study.
You handed him a pen and laid out the papers, reminding him that it was alright if he didn't get all of them right, just a couple to prove that he at least learned something. "How nice of you, though if I end up getting a score least of what you're expecting, then that's on you." he was already through to five questions, posture facing the paper but his eyes flicker from time to time to you.
"You should be grateful I'm even willing to help you. Do you know how many others would want to be in your position right now?" you crossed your arms with a huff.
"Good thing I got to you first."
"You didn't, I just declined tutoring all of them because I didn't have the energy for it."
"Oh, then how lucky am I, to have such a sweet, loving and caring girlfriend look after me, who also happens to be incredibly smart too~."
You would have nudged him hard, but you didn't want the ink of his pen to run the wrong way. So you could only look at him in disbelief, debating if you should feel happy about his compliment, or offended that he could have implied that he pursued you for your smarts. Knowing Scaramouche, you decided not to take it to heart, after all he was prone to teasing you one way or another.
"Your talk better be as strong as your bite, because unless you want to count my face as part of your exam, I suggest you keep your eyes on your paper, scara." You say with folded hands and a close eyed smile, though the irk mark on your forehead was showing.
He wasn't subtle at all, stealing glances at a time like this when he should be focused on answering. A single bead of sweat rolled down the side of his face, only a few more questions left.
'I'll have you know if this exam remotely has anything involving you in it, I'd ace it no problem.' he wouldn't tell you that though. It was already embarrassing how he couldn't think straight since his thoughts would always keep circling back to you.
"Even your ugly face would be more appealing to look at right now instead of this annoying exam." He says handing you his finished papers, stretching out his back before focusing his attention on to you.
"At least I'm not dumb enough that I would be in need of a tutor, right? Makes you think that pretty face of yours is all you have going" this time you could only give him a deadpanned look in return before scanning over his papers. His face is bright red because of the uno reverse you just pulled.
The silence after that was deafening, making your best efforts to ignore him. A part of him slightly now regretted what he said so standing up from his position, draping his arms over your shoulder from behind, he could only sigh.
"You're not mad because of what I said right? You know I didn't mean it. Your face is anything but that if not it's— pleasing. It's nice to look at. It makes me feel at peace whenever I see you smiling, or whatever kind of expression you're wearing it always makes me feel like everything's gonna be alright. Like right now, when you—" he got cut off when you titled you head to the side. Your lips meeting his, giving him a peck on the lips before having your body fully face him.
"It's nice hearing you say those things, but you don't need to explain yourself. I think you've given enough evidence to show the court how much you like looking at me. I mean I do too, but at least I'm discreet about it!" You chuckled while placing the papers down, leaving scara once again all red in the face, but it disappeared just as quickly when he saw the serious look on your face.
"Oh, and you didn't get a single answer right by the way. So I'm hoping you can focus on the paper and not me this time."
"..."
"Why are you just staring at me?"
"I'm soaking in the image of your face into my memory so that I don't keep looking at you later on."
"I take it back, you are hopeless."
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If anything's inconsistent please ignore it lol I didn't proof read yet cuz my eyes keep going ⬆️⬇️↗️↘️↙️↖️ cuz I'm sleepy so imma do that tomorrow.
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Dr. Stone:
You're Crazy Like Me, Dumbass
Summary: In which Senku has an older sister (who is just as crazy as him...in a good way of course).
Note: Not related/connected to my current Dr. Stone fic on Wattpad at all. This is just for fun!
Warning: Swearing and lots and lots of sibling energy
"Did you know that some metals are soooo reactive that they can explode when they come in contact with water? Make sure you protect your manhood boy."
The Kingdom of Science certainly did not expect a person to appear out of nowhere.
Especially hanging underside down from a tree.
"Who's that?!" Gen called out, his eyes already focused on the foreign woman.
"An enemy?" Kohaku pulled out her sword whereas the Kinrou followed suit.
"Sister?" Senku whispered out, and everyone snapped their heads to see a dazed and disbelief expression on their leader's face.
"Yo!" The older responded with a cheeky grin, and a hand raised in the air.
She had her white hair tied up in a high ponytail, showcasing their family's signature green hair tips at the ends. A lone hair strip crossed her eyes and curved to her chin.
"Heh, isn't this the lil' shit? You grew!" She jumped down the tree and walked towards the group.
"You guys know each other?"
Senku rubbed his temples.
"Yea. She's my older sister-"
"Sister?!" The woman grinned as she stopped right in front of Senku, and they brofisted as if it was normal, then followed by a noogie.
"O-Ouch! What the heck-"
"It's been a while you lil' shit! I thought you would have died or buried ten feet under!" Senku pulled out of her grasp and deadpanned at her.
"Ha, you wish. Where were you even? I tried looking for you and I couldn't-"
"Oh I came here by skateboard-"
"Skateboard?! Did you just say SKATEBOARD?" Gen's screech was followed by dazed and confused villagers. She pointed to the huge skateboard made of wood?! How?
It doesn't even look like a normal skateboard, in fact, it could be deemed as a boat with wheels at this point.
"Yea, you see, I'm an engineer. So I make shit, attach shit, and fix shit."
She definitely got a crude mouth too; everyone thought at the same time.
"Heh, as expected of the gorilla-" Senku was cut off by the pulling of his hair.
"Hey, shouldn't you be telling me what's going on? Since when did you have so many friends?" She scrutinized every single person around, and others shivered under her look.
"Oi! Stop that! I'll explain later, but we have a war to win!" Senku escaped and then gave her a evil smirk.
"What'cha say we make an evil weapon? With you here..."
"Oh ho?" An evil aura burst forth from the two siblings.
"Gen...we're so screwed."
"Kohaku...we're fucked when he's already our last hope. And now, there's another one?"
"You got an issue? Half and half?"
"Half and half-" Gen spluttered but swallowed his pride when he saw the toned muscles underneath her coat.
"Not bad." Senku acknowledged with nod.
"Unlike you, I work out." She rolled her eyes in response.
"Anyway, where were you exactly?"
"In hell. But now that I'm here, looks like I've reach purgatory-OW!" Senku tased her on her sides, making her jump.
"You-" Before she could unleash her wraith, Senku stops her with a question.
"How did you find me?" Senku asks sternly, and the older sighed.
"Just exploring on my own and I decided that I should find you lil' shit. So I made myself some shit and before I know it, I spot a bunch of weirdos hoping around a big pot and a fucking leak-"
"Oh fuck you."
"Oops, can't hear you over your bushy hair."
Senku rolled his eyes.
"Idiot."
"Leek."
"Baboon."
"Loverboy."
"What? Where did you even get that from!?"
"What? You just looked like one." She simply shrugged with a cheeky grin.
"That's not a sight you see every day. Senku's outmatched." Gen mentioned, while he watched the two siblings bicker.
Kohaku simply laughs and shakes her head.
"He deserves it."
"I'm ten billion percent gonna throw you to the wolves!" Senku almost but roars with steam going out of his head.
"And I'm ten billion percent going to hull your ass to Antarctica!" She mimicked with a girly voice, the complete opposite of her natural deep one. She then looked at Kohaku with a smile.
"You there, you're the lil' shit's wife?"
"W-What? No!"
"Well who gives a fuck. Anyway, explain this war to me. I'll help you guys out."
"Really? That would be great!"
"Yea, explain to me what's going on. And I also need names. I can't be calling ya lil' shit's gf can I?"
"No thank you!"
After a solid explanation of the current situation, Senku's sister tilted her head and yawned.
"So...we're going up against this dude who's like a bitchy communist dictator kid with Heracles's strength," She looked around at the group.
"And the mother fucker who's a huge hypocrite is reviving assholes of his liking in order to kill innocent children like y'all because he thinks technology is absolute shit."
Well that's one way to look at it.
"Uh...translation please? What's a Heracles?" Chrome jumps in and asks while scratching his head.
"It's Tsukasa but stronger." Senku simply says, and Chrome and Kohaku accepts it without question.
Gen sighs.
"Senku...I'm pretty sure it's more than that..."
#dr stone#ishigami senku#drst#gen asagiri#kohaku#senku x reader#manga#anime#tsukasa shishio#season 1#stone world#female reader
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I’m gonna need you to write smt about Scar/Mumbo making Grian fall over my bro. for scientific purposes frfr
this is excellent timing because I wanted to write a small thing so — have a two times scar and mumbo made grian fall and the one (1) time he made them fall instead <3
1. Mumbo
There’s a sort of giddy excitement rushing through Grian as he sets up his tent right beside Mumbo and Scar’s. He doesn’t think he’s been so excited about something in a while, and it isn’t just because of the future opportunities to poke at the goat.
Hermitcraft has had many a prank wars before, and Grian has always enjoyed every single one of them. He’ll gleefully take any opportunity to mess with his friends, and to cause an all out war full of pranking is a fantastic outcome for the avian.
Except this time it’s different, more exciting than it has been. And it has something to do with the fact that he’s formed an alliance with Mumbo and Scar, his two favorite people.
It’s something he’s never had the chance to do before, not when most of the conflicts Grian has started has put Scar as his main target to pester. Mumbo has (mostly) been at his side through most conflicts, but Grian has never had the joy of teaming with Scar.
And well, who wouldn’t be giddy about teaming with their partners for a prank war?
Grian can feel the way his wings twitch and shift with excitement as he sets down some wool, a buzzing energy about him. He isn’t sure how long he’s been working for, but Scar and Mumbo have already finished their tents.
Scar flew off back to Scarland to grab some things to decorate the area they’ve set up in, leaving just Mumbo and Grian for the moment.
“Gri?” Mumbo calls to him, drawing a hum from the avian. “You gonna take a break any time soon, buttercup? I uh, we’ve been at this for a while now.”
Grian is only half listening to him, much too focused on getting the shape of the top of the tent right. He sets a fence post down, putting bits of wool around it to test. “Hmmm, mhm, yeah,” he answers Mumbo.
He hears a fond little huff, “You’re not listening to me, are you?”
(What Grian doesn’t see is Mumbo glance at the concrete powder in his inventory, an idea in mind.)
“Hmmmm.” Grian removes a block of two, flexing his wings so he can fly back and get an idea of how it looks. Something is missing, he thinks. He glances over to Mumbo and Scar’s tents, searching for a little inspiration. Should he use some of the cherry leaves? Outside or inside? Or—
For a moment his mind blanks, wings falling shut. His stomach drops as he falls from the sky, barely registering a muffled yell.
When his head feels less foggy, Grian blinks, staring up at the sky. “Oh my goodness! Grian I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d just plummet like that!” Mumbo’s face appears in his field of vision, and oh. Mumbo’s holding him.
Grian looks over to where his tent is, and where he should have been floating in the air still. Why did he suddenly fall like tha—
His brows furrow as he looks to his partner, “Mumbo…” he starts, “did you drop that concrete powder again?”
Mumbo at least has the decency to look embarrassed, “It was er… more of a test really. T-To see if maybe I could use it to stop you from working yourself too hard!”
Grian stares at him for a second or two before shaking his head. “You’re very lucky we’re on the same side, mister. Else I’d— I mean the man in the chicken costume would be flooding your base with chickens,” he teases, before planting a kiss to Mumbo’s cheek. He jumps out of the man’s arms. “But I guess a little break won’t hurt.” He looks at Mumbo with a grin, “Buttercup.”
Mumbo’s red face delights Grian greatly.
2. Scar
Of all people Grian was concerned about having the knowledge of this sudden new… glitch, it was definitely Scar.
Mumbo claimed that Scar was wholesome. Grian begged to disagree.
He’s quite aware of how chaotic their partner can be (it’s partly what drew Grian to him in the first place), and giving Scar a power that can make Grian do the equivalent of blue screening is dangerous. Very dangerous.
Where Mumbo might use it for lawfully evil purposes, Grian is quite aware that Scar will use it on a whim. Because he can.
No matter how much gravel and concrete powder Mumbo confiscates from Scar, the man somehow keeps appearing with more! And unfortunately for Grian, Scar is very entertained by his glitch.
Standing inside his tent, Grian looks around at the empty space. He doesn’t have much planned for his interior at the moment, nothing besides a bed and a chest.
Humming to himself, Grian walks out of his tent and over to the chest filled with building materials he and Scar set up right in the middle of Buttercup Camp. He flicks it open and rummages through it, grabbing some things for decoration. After, Grian shuts the chest and walks back to his tent.
At least that’s what he intends to do.
He gets a single step in before his mind goes all foggy and his limbs turn to jelly. Just before he can fall two strong arms wrap around his middle and catches him.
“Why hello there, buttercup!” Scar grins at him, “It seems like you’ve fallen for me~.”
Grian’s cheeks warm and the fogginess quickly wears off. “Scar!” he exclaims, lightly scolding him, but Grian’s heart isn’t actually in it.
Scar sets him upright as he giggles, and Grian whacks him with his wing. “I’m going to make Mumbo empty all of your pockets!” he warns, shaking his head.
“Oh, you can try mister!” Scar laughs, stealing a kiss from Grian before running back to his own tent.
Grian watches him go with fondness in his eyes.
+1. Grian
The sun is setting in the sky when Grian enacts his revenge.
All day he had been falling thanks to his partners, and Grian has the perfect plan to get them back. Simple, but perfect.
By now all three of their tents have been set up, and their sniffer has hatched. Grian’s quite pleased with the name, knowing it will definitely strike fear into Doc’s heart.
Mumbo and Scar stand in the little clearing right by their tents, the pair murmuring softly to one another as they watch the sun set.
They’re completely distracted. Perfect.
Grian waits for a moment or two before he takes a running leap. “Revenge!” he cries out as he crashes into both of them, wrapping his arms around them. He hears Scar and Mumbo yell in surprise, and the three of them crash to the ground.
Somehow, Grian ends up on top of the both, wings sprawled over their forms. Mumbo and Scar are trapped under him.
“What was that for?” Mumbo questions, looking up at Grian with furrowed brows.
“That was for dropping falling blocks all day.” Grian gives a cheeky grin in reply, looking far too pleased with himself.
“Awww, but it was so fun.” Scar pouts, “You fit so perfectly in my arms, buttercup.”
Grian sits back, once more feeling his face warm. “You’re having way too much fun with this, Scar. The glitch and the name.” He stares at the man, trying to a frown but utterly failing.
“It’s a nice name,” Mumbo chimes in, causing Scar to eagerly nod his head in agreement. “And it was rather to catch you.”
Huffing at them both, Grian moves to lay in between them, laying on his stomach so his wings aren’t crushed. “You’re both spoons,” he grumbles, but doesn’t hesitate to snuggle with them.
“Comes with the territory I’m afraid,” Mumbo laughs softly, turning on his side to smile at both Grian and Scar.
“We should find a glitch that makes Mumbo fall into our arms,” Scar comments, his tone laced with fondness.
“W-What, no!” Mumbo protests quickly, flustered. “I’d be too difficult to catch, I’m all lanky. You and Grian are much easier for that sort of thing!”
Grian hums, “No, no. I agree with Scar. I think we can make it happen.”
Mumbo groans while Scar and Grian share a smile, already thinking of ways to mess with Mumbo.
And when they switch to looking up at the stars, Grian tugs them both close with his wings, a pleased smile on his face.
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THE ALTERNATE UNIVERSE POST REMINDED ME OF THOSE CLICHES WHERE THEY MEET AN ALTERNATE VERSION OF THEMSELVES OH MY GOD???? like zandik sees a version of himself where he never met you and he will admit that he honestly has never seen himself so sad before.... like everything he has now? nothing can compare to a zandik who has never felt love before and that FUCKSHGVUHFBJAKM<>SAGDUIJSAK .. I SWEAR I SAW THIS SOMEWHERE I JUST CAN'T REMEMBER WHERE...
and zandik who has never experienced love thinks he's so foolish for allowing such a massive setback to his goals, and he doesn't understand you and your relationship with your zandik. perhaps he's jealous? maybe he wants to study you (in a not so intimate way and rather how he would treat regular subjects)? AND IT JUST MAKES ME SOOOOOO SAD LIKE. YOU'D OBVIOUSLY WANT TO HOLD HIM AND KISS HIM TOO, make him feel loved too BUT you have your own zandik, AND he has never opened his heart to anyone for literally millenias and uGHHGHHH
methinks it makes zandik appreciate your relationship on a whole 'nother level
OH. MY. GOD. THIS IS SOOOO GOOD AND GENIUS UGHHHH I LOVE IT SM! Screams... the idea of Dottore admitting to himself that he looks "sad" is something that he thought was impossible but!! He can't deny that his alternate self looks goddamn miserable!! His counter-self would look "normal" to anyone else, but perhaps because he's connected to him in an odd way, he can just sense his other self's sadness. Eyebags and all, he really looks like he reached the edge of insanity. Which, Dottore has as well, but there's just something about his alternate self that shows it a lot more. And he thinks, could you really have had that much of an impact on him, for his alternate self to be like this? Surely there were other factors that made his alternate self come out this way, perhaps even arguably worse than him? And he's right, there is, being from an alternate universe and all but... still, there was no alternate for you his alternate self. No one to lessen his burden, to help him, to care for him, to love him... he was left to descend into madness all by himself.
Ugh his alternate self would probably be disgusted with him. There are so many things to be done, and instead of focusing on the important stuff he's fooling around with... love? With... you? A person he supposedly... loves? It's disgusting really, how low he's fallen. He should know better than to believe in such things, after the neglect he went through. And you. His other self doesn't like you for being such a distraction. What could possibly be so interesting about you? He doesn't see anything notable about you at all, especially if you're sickly, and yet the twisted part of him wants to know. I mean, you're scared of his alternate self of course, but you can't help but pity him, You want to show him what it means to be loved, how even someone like him can be loved, and how love can actually help him rather than hurt him. You want him to be showered in affection... but you can't. That's not your job... and it would be far too hard for you to do it in such as short him. So you only leave Dottore's counter self with a few words - that you didn't know what happened to your alternate self, whether they were alive or dead... but you hoped that he could meet them one day, and maybe then he would understand.
You're more sad about it than Dottore of course, meanwhile he's more contemplative about it? He thinks about everything his other self said and he can't help but think he's so... wrong. He counters every single point his alternative self made. You've actually helped him with so many breakthroughs in his own research, learn new things he couldn't have understood on his own. You help him regain his energy when he's tired, you help him relax and rest when he constantly pushes past his limits. You... love him, and that's helped him a lot more than he initially realized. And that just makes him more resolved to the fact he can't lose you.
#smooches talks#moots: kai <3#fragile reader <3#dottore love notes <3#something abt this scratches my brain just right
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"Better late than never" Part 10
Painting nails
Soap’s sister was constantly sending the Scot photos of nail art, she was really excited to start her own small nail studio and wanted to hear her brother’s opinion since he was the only one, other MacTavish that was into art. Soap loved every single design he got sent, but also didn’t have anything to compare it to. He struggled with giving an honest opinion or criticism because he couldn’t compare it with anything.
He tried to paint his own nails but his right hand always looked way worse no matter how much he tried to steady his left hand. He would also scrape off the nail polish right after it dried since he liked to fidget with it. He needed a model.
His obvious first thought was Gaz since he seemed like the only person that would agree, but then Soap looked closer at the sergeant's hands and it was evident that Kyle’s way of dealing with stress was munching on his poor nails.
Asking Price wasn’t even an option. John was already walking on thin ice with the man after he found out about the mess he and Ghost made in the kitchen so he preferred not to bother the old man for a while.
He didn’t know Konig or Horangi long enough to ask the casually if they wanted to have their nails painted and he was also aware that Konig could bear his obnoxiousness only for a short period of time. He was never mad about it, Konig is always so nice to him but his social battery visibly drained faster when around loud people.
The only two remaining options he had were the cadets or Ghost, and even if he had higher chances of succeeding by asking a random rookie, he preferred to at least try to nag Ghost to let him do it.
WWWWWWWWWWWW
Soap and Ghost were assigned an evening guard in one of the watch towers around the base. For Soap it was probably the most boring duty he could get. He hated watching over the empty fields for hours knowing damn well that nothing would happen. Not that he wanted the base to be attacked, he just wished he could be doing something more thrilling.
Despite the fact that Ghost was usually rather content with guard duties, especially that as an officer he didn’t get it very often. For Ghost, it was an enjoyable task, especially with Soap. He was well aware that MacTavish was a ball of sparkling energy and sitting in one place wasn’t his dream activity. But it was nice to just have him at his side, bouncing leg and all. He wished he could put his hand on Johnny's thigh, not because it was annoying or anything like that. Quite the opposite actually, Ghost wished to feel the energy surging through his sergeant.
“Ghooost…I have a wee request fur ye” Said Soap in a small voice.
Ghost closed his eyes and took a deep breath, bracing for whatever ridiculous thing Soap had in mind. “What is it, sergeant?”
“Would ye let me paint yer nails?”
Ghost looked at Soap, brows pulled together under the mask.
“Nothing too extreme Lt. I just want to mess with nail art a bit for my sister Blair- the one ah talked tae ye aboot.”
“You talk about all of your siblings, and I counted at least 3 sisters.”
“Ye counted well.” Soap smiled at the fact that Simon actually listened to his constant family gossip. “She is th’ one opening a nail salon. I wanted to send her a photo of nails done by me and I need a model. My left hand is tae shaky.” Soap looked at Ghost expectantly. “And if ye don’t want me to take a photo- I won’t. The experience alone will be-”
“Ok.”
“-enough– Wait, come again?”
“I said ‘Ok’, what are you deaf now?”
“A little bit, yes.” Soap chuckled to himself. “But ah just thought it will take more to convince ye.”
“You want me to change my mind, Johnny?”
“Not at all, I will clam up now.” Soap focused on the field again, smiling to himself.
“I didn’t tell you to shut up, Johnny.” Mumbled Ghost after a while.
And Soap couldn’t help himself to not look at the man with sparkles in his eyes.
WWW
After Gaz and Gromsko came to switch shifts, Soap told Ghost to go to his room and wait for the Scot while he grabs all the things he needed.
So there Ghost was, standing in the middle of his own room not knowing what to do with himself and wondering why the fuck did he agree to this so quickly. It felt like his mouth had its own mind that wanted to desperately sabotage him.
It’s not like Ghost didn’t want to have his nails painted, the idea of it seemed appealing and there was a time when as a teenager he wanted to do it himself. His father wouldn’t look kindly at it so finally, he never did it.
And fuck, now his hands are scared and rough, the only thing they are good for is bringing people pain. He realized that he never took off his gloves near Soap, what if he sees his hands and thinks they are disgusting?
Ghost rubbed his gloved hands together, squeezing and pulling on every finger in a nervous manner.
The doors to his room opened.
“Ye have no idea how excited ah am, Lt.!” Soap’s voice pulled Ghost out of his mind. Johnny looked so… cheerful. It eased the lieutenant a bit.
“I can see you are.”
Soap tossed a bag on Ghost’s bed, it landed with a clattering sound. Soap followed after the bag.
“Come on Ghost, ye can’t change your mind now.” He tapped the space in front of him on the bed.
They both ended up sitting crisscrossed on the bed, knees touching. In the space between them lay the bad with colourful nail polishes. It wasn’t a lot, but still way too much for someone who picked up nail art only for his sister.
Johnny cared so much for the interests of others.
Ghost kept his hands on his thighs, playing with a loose thread in his jeans. Soap reached out with an open hand for Ghost to put his palm in.
Soap noticed Ghost’s nervousness, he knew him long enough to see past the mask. He didn’t know the reason for the anxiety though. It didn’t matter because Soap made it his mission to make this experience soothing for Ghost, and he will cherish the moment Ghost takes off his gloves. He will cherish the trust Ghost gives him, more and more with each day they spend together. If only he will let him.
“There is no point in doing it if you don’t want to, Simon. I was joking with the ‘You can’t change your mind’. But I swear I will try my best if you allow me.”
A slightly jittery hand immediately appeared in his.
“I am not changing my mind.” Ghost whispered, looking at their hands.
“Good.” Soap squeezed Ghost’s hand and proceed to take off the gloves.
Ghost held his breath when he realized that his hands were dirty- he didn’t have time to wash them after a mission. There was dirt and blood under his nails, a couple of cuts with already dried blood. Ghost couldn’t look at Soap, afraid of the look of repulsion.
“I should go wash my hands-” He wanted to get up, but the grip on his hand tightened.
He looked at Soap and instead of disgust, he saw pure adoration in the sergeant’s eyes. Johnny looked at his hands with so much warmth he was sure he could replace the sun.
“Don’t worry about it, I have antiseptic wipes.” Soap pulled them out of his pocket and started to carefully wipe Ghost’s hands.
Simon’s hands were scared and calloused- hands of a hard-working man, a soldier. His fingers were long, and some of them crocked slightly probably as the result of untreated fractured bones. There was the tiniest beauty mark at the base of his thumb that Soap uncovered from all the mess. His hands had a slight shake to them. But what’s most important- they fitted perfectly in Johnny’s and he loved them.
He didn’t realize when he started to rub soothing circles into Ghost’s palm. Soap looked at Ghost. The man had closed his eyes, trying to burn into his memory how Johnny’s hands feel on his- gentle and caring. Ghost forgot that touching people could feel like that.
Why did whatever they did always feel so different?
“Did ye think about what ye want me to do?” Soap broke the silence.
“Just black will be fine.”
“Of course.” Soap chuckled. “What about black n’ white? Let a man go a little crazy, huh? I want to draw something.”
“Fine. Don’t you dare to draw a cock or anything stupid or I will put you on bathroom cleaning for a week.” Warned Ghost.
Soap snorted. “Not what ah had in plans at all.”
Soap got to work, he never worked on something this small so it wasn’t his best work, but he did what he could as well as he could.
“Sorry.” Simon muttered noticing that the constant small tremble in his hands made Soap put nail polish on his skin.
“Nothin’ I can’t fix, don’t worry.” Soap nudged Ghost with his knee. “Are they always this shaky? Just asking.” But Soap was slightly concerned about it, Ghost saw that.
“No just…”
It’s mostly like that because you are around, and I just don’t know what to do with myself sometimes. I am not used to touching, good touching. And now you are just here, so close. I don’t know how to deal with the constant desire to be near you.
“...Stress I guess. Happens in our line of work.”
“I get that too sometimes, but people don’t notice. I am kind of fidgety all the time as if you didn’t notice.”
“I can tell the difference.”
Soap smiled. “Of course, you can.”
When Soap was done Ghost had his nails painted black with skulls on his thumbs and middle finders.
“In case ye want to flip someone the bird, ya’ know.”
Ghost smirked under the balaclava. “It’s… nice Johnny. Thank you.” he never thought that he will be able to admire his hands again. but there he was. “Are you taking the photo for your sister?”
“You ok with that?” John perked up.
“If it’s just my hands, I don’t think I mind your family.”
Ghost is not getting rid of those nails until the nail polish doesn’t chip off on its own.
BONUS:
To Blair >:3
Soap: *sends the photo of Ghost’s nails”
Blair: No, put the nail polish away. I can’t have you out best me at yet another thing!
Soap: I just wanted to see how it is! What do you think?
Blair: It honestly looks great, better than my first attempt.
Blair:Wait- WHOSE HANDSOME HANDS ARE THOSE???
Blair:JOHN MACTAVISH WHO IS THAT???????
Blair: I AM TELLING MOM.
Soap: NO U DON’T YOU MUPPET IT’S MY FRIEND!
Blair: MHM Suuuuureee.
YOO! I might have gone a little bit overboard with this one but I got really into it. Really enjoyed it and I hope you will to. I love reading all the feedback <3
Prompt from @u5an5 <3
I would also like to thank all the amazing people that make art and expand my little stories. Makes my heart swell <333
there is a hashtag bltn soapghost fic where you should find most of the parts
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Not Enough (Tighnari)
..... I wrote something??? I WROTE SOMETHING?? It's a bit different from my other Not Enough fics, but I thought it'd fit too!
Anyway.
I've never talked about it here. I've been living with chronic pain for nine years now, mostly in my knees, but it affect a lot of my joints. I can't get a diagnosis, doctors don't know what is wrong with me and I am tired of being in pain. So what do you do in these cases? You write something to vent (yes, it is kind of a little vent)! Anyway, I might make one with Kaeya later just because .3.
I'm off to take painkillers and try to sleep now!
The Sun was already high in the sky, entering your bedroom through the window’s opened curtains. Yet, there you were, still lying in bed. You were in bed, but you were far from asleep. In fact. you had woken up during the middle of the night, because of the pain, and you couldn’t fall back asleep. But you couldn’t bring yourself to get out of bed, or even sit up on the soft mattress; everything hurt so much. So there you were, eyes closed, trying to focus on something else. Soon enough, you heard a knock at the door of your room. Tighnari’s voice was heard, calling out for you:
“Y/N, we’re leaving soon for today’s patrol! Don’t be late!”
“I’m almost ready Tighnari, don’t worry!” you answered, finally opening your eyes.
You slowly sat up, every single muscle and joint in your body protesting. By this point, you were almost late, there was no time for you to eat. It wasn’t as if you were hungry anyway, the pain made it so your appetite was greatly reduced. You threw on your uniform and went outside. Tighnari had already started giving out the instructions for the day, so you joined the group, who was listening to him. By now, he was almost done assigning the route and partners. Hopefully, you didn’t miss your name…
“And Y/N, you’ll be with me today. We’ll simply check the emergency food supplies around the trails.”
Working with Tighnari gave you mixed feelings. On one hand, you knew him well and knew how to act around him so he wouldn’t suspect a thing. On the other hand… He is extremely observant. If you did so much as moving your pinkie finger the wrong way, he’d notice immediately. Thus, hiding your pain from him would require you to play your role perfectly. Well, you weren’t too stressed about it. After all, this is what you had been doing for quite a while now, and no one noticed. You weren’t about to let others know today. And so, the other rangers left to their tasks, and you started following Tighnari to the first emergency food hideout.
“Are you feeling okay? I didn’t see you come out for breakfast today.” Tighnari asked.
You were looking at your feet, but quickly looked up to look at him in the eyes, forcing a small smile on your face.
“Yes, I’m fine! There’s no need to worry about me, master Tighnari. I just went to bed rather late last night, I slept in.”
Tighnari simply nodded at your words. He focused his attention on the trail, careful to avoid roots coming out of the ground. You followed his steps.
“You know you can always come to me if you’re feeling unwell, right? After all, it is my duty to make sure you are safe.”
“I know…”
You had overestimated your energy, and used it really quickly. Usually, you could go through your tasks without any problems. But today was different. The pain was too much, you had no energy and you felt horribly sick. The world was spinning and you felt lightheaded. As Tighnari was adding food in the hideout, you focused your attention on a bright, blue flower. Breathing in, breathing out. In, out. In, out. In, out…
“Y/N!”
You jumped back as you felt a hand squeezing your shoulder lightly. You turned around quickly. Your eyes met Tighnari’s, he seemed to look at you with a worried expression.
“Are you okay? I’ve called your name a few times, but you didn’t answer.”
“O-Oh yeah, I’m fine! Don’t worry about me!” you answered with a forced smile.
You always forced smiles, but this one was painful. The world was spinning faster and faster around you, making you feel sick. The pain was becoming unbearable, you swallowed back tears. Tighnari’s lips moved to say something, yet you heard nothing. None of the words reached your ears, as the ringing became too much. You tried to tell him, once again, that you were fine. But before you could say anything, you felt your legs giving up and everything became black.
You didn’t dream about anything. You were just there floating in a dark sea. But even unconscious, you could feel the pain radiating in your entire body. You wished passing out would have at least stopped the pain for a while… Soon enough, you started to hear faint voices. Someone asking someone else to get them as soon as you’d wake up. The door closing softly as someone left. And a cold cloth being put down gently on your forehead. You didn’t even notice you had a fever. A few more minutes passed, and you were finally able to open your eyes.
“Collei…?”
“Ah, Y/N! You’re awake! I’ll go get master Tighnari, he’s super worried about you…!”
Before you could protest or anything, the young girl got up and left quickly. A few minutes later, the door opened again, but only Tighnari entered the room. You tried to sit up in bed, but he stopped you quickly, with a hand on your shoulder.
“It’d be better if you stayed laying down. You hit your head pretty hard when you went down.”
“Ah… I’m sorry about that, it won’t happen again…”
You didn’t dare to look at him.
“Why didn’t you tell me, Y/N?”
But his question surprised you. So much so, you snapped your head up to look at him.
“Tell you what?” you denied.
“About your pain.”
“Pain? What pain?”
“Y/N.” his tone was serious. “You’ve been acting weird for a few weeks now. You don’t have to deny it”
Some tears started to fall from your eyes as you managed to answer something.
“Because I’m not weak…”
Tighnari took a few seconds, simply looking at you. Finally, he sighed and sat down, on the chair next to your bed.
“I know you’re not weak Y/N. But you can’t possibly win this battle alone. You know I care about you, right? And I want you to be okay. You can’t keep on going on like that. You’ll only hurt yourself more. Now, let me help you.”
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Levi sneaks aphrodisiacs in her food. After sometime she starts feeling needy for him but doesn't understand why. She feels very guilty and ashamed for feeling that way about him. She tries very hard to control herself but can't take it anymore and begs Levi to fuck her. Levi fucks her infront of a mirror, making her watch how much she is enjoying it. He also manipulates and gaslights her during it, telling her that she secretly wants him but is too stubborn to admit it. After the deed is done, she feels very guilty but his words start getting to her, and she thinks maybe he is right. That makes her feel even worse.
Levi x Evelyn -> Submit To Me
(A/N: This, this right here, yes yes yes)
WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.
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Levi thoroughly read the label of the bottle he had bought, he wanted to be sure there would be no accidents or side effects that could hurt her. Satisfied when there was none, he promptly dosed it out and poured it over her food, then waiting at their table of two for her. She was required to sit with him for all of the meals he was present for, always prim and proper with recently applied makeup. He was the lord of his home and she would treat him as such.
Soon Evelyn came in and took her seat, but she didn't dare to eat before he did. She knew the punishment would be a swift beating and then going to bed hungry. Although some nights he admits he didn't have to make her go all night without eating simply because he got busy and forgot to.
"Good evening Evelyn, you look lovely tonight." He picked up his fork and started eating, she did in fact look lovely. She always did to him.
Evelyn follows suit, muttering a simple. "Thank you Levi."
He tried to eat, he did, he would need the energy, but he was more focused on watching her to make sure she had every single bite.
Eventually he just gave up, tossing his fork onto his plate. "I'm not hungry. Continue without me, I'll be upstairs. "
Evelyn starts to rise to follow but he motions for her just to sit. "Relax, finish your meal, I don't need to fuck you right now." Without another word he leaves the room, silently hoping all goes well.
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Evelyn tried to get comfortable, she was reading downstairs, avoiding going up to Levi for as long as possible. The separation actually kind of enjoyable. What she couldn't place though is why no matter what she did she felt uncomfortable, she felt too warm, the press of her thighs together too sensitive. Heat pooled in her core, and she couldn't stop her thoughts from wandering. Thoughts of previous nights spent with Levi, of how his body looked, but as quickly as the thoughts came she cursed them. This man was her abuser, he hurt her time and time again, thinking of those moments of abuse with longing was disgusting.
When she finally went upstairs to meet him he was undressing for his bath, she willed herself not to look at his body. A pang of desire licked up her thighs regardless, but she couldn't just give into these terrible needs. She doesn't understand it, she's never felt this before, she's never wanted him like this before.
Even after he goes into the bath she feels the need for him, shamefully resorting to touching herself. But it didn't feel good, it didn't feel like enough, she never knew how to touch herself properly, and all it did was make her want him more.
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By the time midnight rolled around she couldn't take it anymore, the curve of him into her back, the press of his dick into her ass, it just made it worse and worse. The fire was burning, she needed him, she just needed him to stop it for once.
Slowly she shakes him awake. "Levi...?"
He rolls over with a groan, his grip tightening on her. "What is it? What do you want?"
She hesitates, unsure of how to say it. "I...I need you..."
"You what?" The darkness hides his devilish grin. "what do you need?"
"I don't know what it is- I'm so- I'm so turned on right now and I need you- please just fuck me- please-"
Levi doesn't say much until he gets up, grabbing matches and lighting a few candles. She can't see much of what he's doing until he slides a full length mirror to the front of the bed, she looks at herself in the mirror, surprised to see her curious yet aroused expression.
"What's this for-?"
He comes back to the bed and sits behind her, look at her through the mirror. "I want you to watch. Watch as I fuck you and you like it."He pulls her to her hands and knees, crouching behind her.
Pleasure explodes in her as he pushes a finger into her dripping pussy, "My you really were ready for me..." He pulls his finger out and puts it fully in his mouth all at once, eyes rolling back. "Fuck you taste so sweet..."
She whines. "I need more, please Levi..."
Levi raises a brow before pushing his full length into her, making her writhe and moan under his strong body. "There you go, watch me, you like it, you know you like it, you know all you want is to be fucked senseless by your husband, you're just too stubborn. And while I love your fire and spark, you're just hurting yourself by denying what it is you want..."
Her mind is half drunk on pleasure. "What is it I want.."
"To be dominated body and soul, to submit to your husband and be nothing but the bearer of my children, my personal toy to fuck. You want to be held like this every night and pounded senseless." His hips slam into hers, making her breasts sway and bounce, the sight is so vulgar she starts to lower her head, but he grabs he chin and makes her look back at herself. "I said watch."
Evelyn watches herself, each thrust making her mind numb with pleasure. She just needed to cum so bad, the thought made her squeeze around him.
"Tell me, tell me it feels good, tell me you like it."
"I love it Levi- I love it- please don't stop-"
Levi growls in his throat, pulling her back towards him harder. "Good girl, just take it. Let go of that pride of yours and just accept it, accept that only I can make you feel good. Does my sweet girl want to cum?"
She nods her head, throat dry from moaning. "Mm- yes Levi-"
"Then be good and cum for me like the needy bitch you are." He slams into her hard, throwing her over the edge as they both climax together.
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Levi smiles at Evelyn after he cleans them both up, kissing her forehead before getting under the covers with her. "Good night my sweet."
Even after he rolls over and his breathing evens out Evelyn remains awake. In her mind she replays the events and his words. The heat had finally died down but his words stuck with her. She didn't know what it was that caused her to have such a reaction, maybe it really was him. Maybe she really did desire him and it was just her being stubborn. That alone made her stomach churn, she was confused as to whether or not she should be hating him or if it was all in her head. The thought kept her up late into the night.
#attack on titan#break me slowly#levi ackerman#levi aot#levi x oc#levi x reader#shingeki no kyojin#yandere levi#yandere levi ackerman#yandere levi x reader#oneshot requests
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Hero Inuyasha falls in love with villain kagome au
Modern/superhero au
Oh boy. This was fun and so challenging, mostly because I can’t imagine Kagome being a villain in any world! It’s short and vague, but I enjoyed it. Hope you do too!
When she fired another shot at him, it barely missed his shoulder but the energy burned through his clothes. He hissed as the magic seared his skin.
That was a first.
For a second even she seemed startled, but when he glared at her she quickly turned around and attempted to flee. While she wasn’t really a fighter, she had enough tricks up her sleeve to keep him away.
“Not today!” Inuyasha growled, chasing after her. There was enough distance that she might get away, but he was faster and stronger.
It’d been six months of trying to follow her trail, and he felt himself getting so close. She must have felt it too, because her last attacks were getting sloppy; desperate.
In their earlier encounters, she’d never tried to do more than pin him down so she could escape. As he began closing in she was forced to resort to other methods, breaking out powers she hadn’t before. He knew she could erect temporary barriers and could fire arrows made of energy. Then there was her getaway. Given enough time, she could open a portal in the ground and somehow disappear. It was how she slipped away every single time. Even his high-powered nose couldn’t detect her once she went through it.
Tonight was going to be different. After months of learning how she operated, he was good at reading her and adapting. He was going to catch her and figure out who the hell she was and put an end to her thievery.
“Stay away!” she yelled, jumping down a building and into an alley.
“Like hell I will!” He leapt right after her. He wasn’t going to give her enough time to escape this time!
She landed and quickly threw up a barrier to try and trap him in the corner of the alley. Inuyasha predicted the move, and managed to bounce off the ground before the barrier fully closed in. He could hear her heart racing.
“That’s not going to work on me this time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you!” Her face lit up as she magically formed her bow and arrow. It glowed bright, aimed at him.
He scoffed, continuing to feel the sting of where her arrow had nicked him. “Could’ve fooled me.”
“Sorry,” she seemed to whisper before letting her arrow fly. Then another. And another.
Before he could react, Inuyasha found himself pinned to the barrier, three energy arrows tacking him down by his clothes. She’d done it a few times before.
Goddamit. She was going to get away again.
But for some reason, he could smell tears.
She rushed to his side and sniffled. “Does it hurt?”
He looked over and saw that her glistening eyes were focused on the burn on his shoulder. Inuyasha flinched as her finger swept over the spot. The affected area was increasing. Shit. He hoped it would wear off the way her other powers did.
“Sorry,” she apologized again, and it came across sincerely.
This was so weird. He hated her. She was a thief! She’d managed to evade him for months, and now she was so close and he was just stuck. And she was crying over him? What was happening?
Some part of his mind alerted him that he’s being pinned to her barrier. Her temporary barrier, and if he waited just a little longer he just might catch her if she was foolish enough to stick around and be this close. Surely, she must have known that.
But if she was being careless, he should take advantage.
“What are you doing?” He asked in an effort to stall her.
“I couldn’t go without checking. I—I’ve never hit you before.”
And she was right. He knew that. In fact, it drove him crazy. She clearly had the ability to do serious damage, yet this entire time she’d only ever played cat and mouse, constantly fleeing from his grasp.
“Why do you care about what happens to me?”
She seemed taken aback. “B-because,” she sputtered. “You’re a good person…” Her gray-blue eyes gazed at him from behind her mask with something like admiration.
Inuyasha was so confused.
“I can heal it,” she whispered conspiratorially. “It should wear off, but it’ll take at least twenty-four hours before then. I could heal it now, if you want.”
Even the scrape burned, and it was getting worse by the minute. God, she really could just obliterate him if she wanted.
“Do what you want.” He wanted to ask her why. Why did she care about him? Why would she want to heal him? Why not kill him? Why steal? Why any of it.
Instead he watched in dumbstruck awe as she removed the mask on her face and he saw her for the first time.
Oh. She was pretty. Not just pretty; strikingly beautiful.
“This is going to be awkward, but it’s the only way I know to heal damage from my powers.”
“Wh—!” His face exploded into a blush as she put her lips over the burn. His whole body went aflame. Oh my god, what the fuck was happening? This was seriously intimate. Absolutely inappropriate ideas flashed in his mind and he felt his embarrassment burn the tips of his ears.
But the burn on his shoulder gently cooled, and he was left with an effervescent feeling thrumming in his veins.
“I’ve got to go,” she said in a quiet rush as she pulled away.
He caught that her cheeks were pink.
Her hands motioned to create the portal. After a few seconds, a hole appeared in the ground. She jumped up—
And just at that moment, the barrier flickered away.
“Wait!” Inuyasha leapt up, heart pounding, and grabbed her wrist. Her eyes went wide.
But he can’t stop it. The portal doesn’t just open; it sucks them both in with a flash of blinding blue light.
#inukag#inuyasha#kagome higurashi#modern au#superhero au#jelly fic#jelly chats#long post#justafewsmallsteps
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Overwatch Headcanons (based on the canon lore and several in-game events and things) that I really want to be true.
A lot of it is Junkers, sorry.
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☆ Ever since April Fools, I love the thought that Roadhog watches 'mom shows.' (Oprah, Bachelor, Bachelorette, etc.) I also love to think he gets really into it, like he's dead silent and perfectly focused on the episode or he'll mutter stuff under his breath during The Bachelor or The Bachelorette. Like, "... how dare that sludge talk like that..." or "... you go girl, tell him off..."
☆ Cassidy: WHY DO YOU KEEP LOSIN YOUR KEYS, DANG NABBIT?!
Tracer: Why do you sound like a prospector when you're angry, cad flabbit?
☆ Hanzo snorts when he laughs too hard... thats it. But he'll deny it if someone hears it. Hard deny.
☆ Junkrat is the equivalent of that one guy in Ratatouille ("I killed a man, with this thumb." Can't remember his name for the life of me.) when anyone asks what happened to his finger. From 'Extreme Thumb Wrestling Gone Wrong' to the simple one answer that is 'Koalas.' No one truly knows what happened to his finger.
☆ Odessa doesn't know how to write. (Junkertown Education System.) But she does know how to draw just a bit. So when doing autographs, she doodles a tiny version of her. With little stars.
☆ Speaking of Junkertown and Australia in Overwatch, the place is basically like Mad Max and Fallout had a baby. Even Junkrat sees the difference between normal dirt and radioactive dirt. And thats just facts. If you look at the Junkertown map, you'll understand what I mean.
☆ Sombra was an orphan, she hadn't felt a familial bond until Sigma. Come on, the man is like a science dad. He has that energy. I wouldn't be surprised if she didn't see him as family. Sigma is the only (from my current research (not counting Doomfists 'jefe.' Jefe justs means boss.)) one that has a consistent nickname that translates (sorry if its wrong) to 'Old Man.'
☆ Moira knows how to dance every single anime dance... no no no, you don't understand. Every. Single. One. Will she ever show it? No. Definitely not.
☆ Tracer has adhd. Not because of her ability. That's a stupid reason. It's cause she just... seems like she does you know?
☆ Junkrat actually has a love of singing. As shown in the random chatter he has and the interactions with Lucio, Jamie likes to sing. Although, from when he's demonstrating to Lucio, it kinda seems like he's nervous. The "Sausage Roll and Batter Sav" tune he sings isn't bad. He's just a silly little guy.
☆ Speaking of my favorite silly guy, Junkrat is actually smarter than people give him credit for. He can keep a conversation with Sigma, he knows Xenos Paradox, he gets Winstons Periodoc Table joke, it's just that he expresses himself differently. I mean he was theoretically raised in the radioactive outback, you're gonna wind up a bit weird. I think he partly hides his genius so no one can take advantage of it.
☆ Opposite of Junkrat, Roadhog seemingly has made friends with a lot of others. They're more willing to talk to him than the rat man. I mean, come on, Mako gets along with D.Va, Ana, Junker Queen, Kiriko (i think), and Lucio. Maybe Mercy as well, but I couldn't figure it out. I have a feeling that Roadhog thought that no one would like him cause he's scary, but everyone on the team just sees him as a gentle giant (which he honestly is, have you seen his cute little interactions and the plethora of Pachimari things he has?)
☆ Mercy really cares about those around her. So much so, that she believes (if going by some of her chatter is anything) anyone can be saved. Even Widowmaker. I'm guessing from what she had done with Genji, she had proved to herself that she could save anyone.
#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch headcanons#cole cassidy#overwatch junkrat#junkertown#ow junkrat#overwatch cole cassidy#moira o'deorain#ow moira#hhhhhhh too many damn tags#olivia colomar#overwatch sombra#ow sombra#overwatch tracer#junker queen#odessa stone#hanzo shimada#overwatch hanzo
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A Need For Something (a Ross Gaines x Joseph Lisgoe fanfic)
Remember when I said I wanted an tender, intimate Gainsgoe fic (3 words I didn't think could be used in a sentence) based on the above quote? Well, this is it! This was perhaps my biggest challenge because how does one write a tender Gainsgoe fic? The answer: with great difficulty
Please remember that I used the quote as a prompt rather than the scene itself, this is NOT a crossover fic or a rewrite of the actual scene because I haven't seen the show the quote comes from (which I've learned is apparently Outlander)
They were at Ross' house when it happened
Neither of them could remember when they started being around each other socially, but it had something to do with the fact they both liked movies that made others sick to their stomach. So, in the end, it worked out well
Soon, it ended up being a conversation about work. Ross was the one to bring it up, much to the exasperation of Lisgoe, who was much happier focusing on the poor man being torn to shreds on his TV screen
"How far have you gone to collect a debt?"
"Knocked out a lot of teeth," Lisgoe answered casually "I keep those in a jar under my desk. Once smashed someone dick and balls in with my knee - that was fun."
"Do you always use violence? Surely people come to expect that, a change in pace would benefit you-"
Lisgoe looked at the TV, clearly hiding something he didn't want to divulge. After a few darting glances at Ross, who was watching him like a hawk, he caved with a huff
"Maybe once or twice, and I'm not proud of it, I felt like I was pimping myself out. But a few times I've needed to... sweet-talk my way in. Never kissed anyone, and I do not fuck them. The people here look like they were made in a lab."
"You've never kissed one?" There was a hint of surprise present in his tone "I mean, clearly too much is unecessary, but you've never gotten close?"
"No. I'd rather cement myself into a bathtub and let ants eat me alive. Besides, I can't think of a single person that would want to do anything with me except knock me out."
They watched the movie in silence, the only sound being the screams of the actors. After a while, they realised that it wasn't worth it and turned it off. That's when it happened
"I would quite like to."
"Like to what?"
"Kiss you."
Lisgoe looked at him with a confused expression. He couldn't quite believe it - actually, he didn't believe it at all
"What the fuck?"
There was no trace of mockery in Ross' eyes. No trace of smugness on his lips. No raise in the eyebrows
It was as if he were telling the truth
"May I?"
Ross' face was still, which unnerved him slightly
"What the fuck?"
"You've said that already."
"And I'll say it again: what the fuck?"
"Don't swear, it's unnecessary."
"It's completely necessary!" Lisgoe's left eye involuntarily twitched, a tiny tell of confusion "I mean... who just asks that?! Especially you! I thought you were completely against me and everything I am. I also didn't think you knew what a kiss was!"
"Rude. But OK."
"And it just- no! No it's not OK! You just sprung that shite on me out of nowhere!"
"Then pretend I didn't say anything."
The look on Lisgoe's face said it all: are you fucking joking?
In the thick, heavy silence, there was a strange and tense energy that they wanted gone as soon as possible. Lisgoe was the one to break it
"I think the rumours are true."
"Excuse me?"
"The ones about that failed comedian and Legz Akimbo's shite director."
"Why are you gossiping with me like a schoolgirl?"
"It's either that or carrying on with the conversation, and I can't be arsed with that."
There was yet another pause, this seemed to be a trademark in their conversations
"Plimsolls and Tipps, two sour grapes in a bunch." Ross leaned back in his chair "A match made in pathetic Heaven."
"Heaven?" Lisgoe barked out a laugh "Are you sure?"
Neither of them could resist laughing a little at that. Lisgoe was slightly surprised to see Ross let the cold mask slip slightly, seeing him smile (actually smiling, not that arrogant little smirk) was a rare but not completely awful sight. He'd never admit it, even to himself, but Ross himself wasn't an awful sight either
Why the fuck would he ask something like that?
Try as he might, small talk wasn't going to shake their prior conversation from Lisgoe's head. As the silence settled around them again, he realised that he'd never actually answered the question. When Ross refused to meet his gaze, he could tell he wanted a response
"What you asked me wasn't OK."
"You've made that clear-"
"Shut up, I'm talking."
Once again, silence. Anymore and Lisgoe felt he would go mad
"What made it not OK is that it came out of nowhere and you expect me to magic up an answer like some magic bastard."
He stood up and stood in front of Ross with gritted teeth, not quite knowing how to force the words from his throat
"But what makes it a really fucking twisted thing to do," he continued, his voice hard as nails and rising from the pit of his stomach "is the fact that my immediate answer wasn't even no."
Ross stood up slowly, brows furrowed in a questioning gaze
"Excuse me?"
"Fuck off, you heard what I said. You just want it repeated back to you! Go on then, have your stupid fucking ego boost! My answer wasn't no. OK? It. Wasn't. Fucking. No."
"Joseph, calm down." Ross' voice was stern and demanding, his hands gripped at Lisgoe's shoulders to hold him still "For once, can't you talk without blowing up?"
At first, neither of then registered the contact. Once they did, they both froze. Their eye-contact was unbroken, neither knew what to say. Ross almost pulled away, but he noticed a tightness in Lisgoe's jaw that his right hand moved up to touch with a strange quality
A quality that should never be attributed to people like them
There was stillness. Slowness
Lisgoe couldn't understand why he was being treated like this. Nobody ever treated him like this, which he knew was partly because he never let anybody so close - and that was both figurative and literal! Even now, he refused to let his guard down. He wasn't going to close his eyes or let himself lean into those gentle hands. No, he was better than that
"What the fuck are you doing?" His voice was level and direct "You want one over me? Is that it?"
"You still haven't actually given me an answer, you just said the answer isn't no." Ross moved his left hand to Lisgoe's other cheek and repeated his previous question: "May I?"
His hands are warm
"Joseph?"
Why are they so fucking warm?
"Joseph, answer the-"
"Shh, I was about to talk!" He snapped, then composed himself "Yes. You may. If you want to word it like that."
At this point, Ross accepted that talking no longer meant anything, yet he only managed to move so close before his limbs seemed to shut down
Both their eyes were closed, barely a breath away from each other
"I haven't done this in a very long time."
"Ross," came the gravelly reply "do you really think I give a shite?"
That was the only hint needed before the gap between them was closed. It was strange, not the kiss itself, but rather how slow it was. How carefully everything seemed to slip into place, nothing felt rushed or frantic. There was no battle for dominance or control, it was built on a simplicity that was a surprise to both of them
"You've been smoking." Ross observed, only pulling away for a moment "A lot."
"Is that a problem?" He retorted "I only do it when I'm fucked off."
"Do you feel like smoking now?"
"The fuck is this? Rehab?"
"I'm asking because you're tense."
"So what? Doesn't matter, does it? Maybe I am tense, this isn't exactly an everyday occurance for me."
Once again, silence. This time though, it wasn't from awkwardness. Ross was giving him a chance to fill it, to let it spill out
"Why are you being kind to me?" Lisgoe asked "All this... gentle shite. It's like you're biding your time until you have me right where you want me. Then you'll fuck me over. So, if that's what this is, then I'm onto you." His voice contorted into a hollow laugh "So you can fuck off."
"... Joseph, when the hell did I say I was going to do that?"
"That's what people do." He responded, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world "Trust is a weapon, we both know that."
Ross couldn't argue with that. Not because he was lying, but because they'd both used trust as exactly that. A weapon
But now? It was something else, something much more destructive
"You're right." Ross said "I'm doing this for completely selfish reasons."
"I knew it."
"This is entirely for my benefit. Because you could stand here and tell me that you find me the most repulsive, grotesque man in all of Royston Vasey and I would still find a way to you because, as I've already told you, I want something from you. I don't know what, but I need something."
"You said need that time."
"It means the same thing."
"No, it doesn't. But you have that something. I let you kiss me, now can I go? Or is there some more bullshit you want to say?"
Ross went over to where Lisgoe was stood and knelt beside him, which earned him a questioning look
"Are you gonna suck me off or something?"
"No, I'm not."
"Then why the fuck are you kneeling?"
There was no response, instead Ross ran his fingertips slowly up Lisgoe's arm. Although he could feel him shiver slightly, there wasn't any outwardly negative reaction, so he let his hand trail upwards and rest on Lisgoe's upper arm. His other hand carefully guided the man's jaw so they were facing each other, then rested itself on the back of his neck
That warmth again Lisgoe could feel his breath hitch slightly why is it fucking everywhere? It squeezed and wrenched at every part of him, and the more he fought the urge to sink into it, the more it hurt
Then something happened
In the silence, the moment of pause, Lisgoe could feel his mind slipping slowly. And with it, there was something that caused him to gravitate towards Ross. It was invisible, powerful and completely unknown
But their lips fit together like puzzle pieces and there was nothing else
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First contact blues
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A bond shared between spark siblings, twins, is like a river, a constant flow of energy, emotions, feelings, some have bonds so strong and hard that they can feel everything the other does, be it love, be it pain, to the point that is physical even when they are apart by a whole galaxy, other are like the opposite sides of a magnet, once a single being but now so different that sometimes they can't even share their bond to the fullest.
Then you have them, harmonious as they are, combative as they are, they make it work, they make it bare results, the coldness and bloodlust they share shines the brightest among the soldiers, there is no need for a heavy tank, there is no need for a fast speedster, they are the best gunners the Autobots ever had, so, imagine his disgust when Sideswipe's spark fluctuates with affection, seeking out and burning for a single touch while smiling your way, his feelings, his emotions, as expected, flow in their bond like heavy lithium, so sweet it's sickening, so kind it's full madness, all because he got a hold of a servoful of soft squishy that didn't scream at him, curious strange eyes that seemed to look at their bare spark, Sideswipe has show affection for others more than once, Sunstreaker has done the same on his and on his own terms, they have never been in the same page when it comes to mates or berth partners, and they respect that, and he should respect this one too, but it still angers him with no end when you look at Sides like this, so much affection while he smiles like a mischievous sparkling, you take a moment to return a similar smile, it's fleeting, like it didn't exist, so short and in fact as vain and useless as anything that comes from your own existence.
At first it takes some time to notice what is happening, he has to make a second glance in your direction to be sure about what is seriously happening before righteous fury builds on his processor, sure to blow him a gasket.
"You sure it doesn't hurt?"
Sunstreaker almost laughs after hearing you, Sideswipe hasn't such reservations, laughing sincerely from the spark when Sunstreaker should have made fun of you, he still wants to but prefers to shut the bond to stop filling it with happiness as a digit on Sideswipe's free servo gets that abhorrent thing called hair from over your strange organic optics, "you wouldn't hurt me even if you wanted to".
His brother was right, or in other moment that would be the case, as you are seated on Sideswipe opened mid arm armor doing Primus-knows-what on his internal circuitry, is in moments like these that he is sure if one of your greasy organic digits loosen at least a cable he could probably forget of firing a blaster ever again; this is so wrong, and Sunstreaker should do the right, sensible thing that is to call Ratchet and stop you from touching his brother in such way inside their shared habsuit, maybe you have infected him with something to this point.
Instead, Sunstreaker does the best next thing and more available for him, he shows up, not even knocking first because this is his fragging habsuit too, he doesn't care about the way you two visibly get startled by his intrusion, he could expect it from an organic like you, totally pinpointing it to your lack of proper EM field and not because you already know your way in the basics of their limbs to be focused on your work, but his brother? He almost takes it personal when Sideswipe's field covered your archaic one, protecting you and showing he had his defenses low in your presence.
Sideswipe has never been like that, not when they were forged and tossed in Kaon, not when they had to struggle in the city or in the war, what have you done to his brother?
At least he doesn't have to waste his words to have you gone, getting a surprised glance before getting back at what were you doing, patching whatever you were touching inside there before giving space for Sides's armor to close back again, flexing his digits, he has never seen those going so smoothly.
"Better?", You don't even want to see him, instead giving him your back and collecting those strange little tools that looked like a sparkling's first medical kit- is that a jar with dirt?
The scowl on Sunstreaker's face only deepens when Sideswipe moves his digits in front of him, showing off, "Much better, alright".
In all the exchange you say something about seeing them later, most likely only Sideswipe, but it gets over his brother helm as he keeps on showing off his new more faster fist, Sunstreaker on the edge even after you're gone, in any other circumstances, like before he got out of base in his personal search, or before he didn't talk with anyone after recuperating, you would have chastised Sides and tell him to leave his brother alone.
He hasn't heard a word out of your dermas directed to him since he got out of the brig, putting everything you had to say when he marched out that night, only receiving a comm from Sides asking what had he done, a message that repeated when he was finally awake and his frame was complete, perfect, once again, as it was all supposed to be; he believed, stupidly, that Optimus wouldn't need the humans anymore after everything they did, but you all had open invitation to the Ark.
You're mad, but it didn't stop you from coming back and still linger around them, one thing was to be a wandering thing around but now you even remained here more than once in the night cycle when you would go out before.
Sideswipe is mad, but he tries to cover for it, taunting him with stupid jokes to get a raise and be able to punch him with a reason good enough as self defense.
He's mad, because his space is intruded, because he has to see what his brother is up to, more times than not, spending time with you, going as far as to saying: "If you feel so lonely, why not go see Hunter?", before saying sorry, knowing how that point of his life is still a great problem for him to cope with.
They are mad, they've gone way more than just the expression of the word.
Majority try to look out for the swarm, the ones that can shoot back do so with gritted dentae, discharging their anger in every blaster or bullet used thinking that they're putting down another decepticon, think of other things away from it, just to be reminded of organic faces, smiling ones, strange water like optics looking at them with awe, before simply gripping what they can to charge off all the worry, he has seen Hound do it, Mirage too.
Jazz, as if his smile could no longer keep on in his usual facade of positiveness, only looks around, already on the edge, making continuous rounds in an effort to guard Optimus in his most debilitated state, they have hear him listen to human music, human words, and they know he is also worried by the humans they left behind to be arrested by their authorities, only expecting what is to come for them in the moment they realize the decepticons are there, or the moment the decepticons realize they're close to one another, or the moment humans start to get one point to another and notice some of them knew of the cybertronians already on the planet.
They have seen it happen more times than they could really want as Ratchet worries himself, thinking of Jimmy, Verity and Hunter, to what the enemy, human or decepticon, may do without anyone protecting them and the truth gets out, if it hasn't already.
First contact results, seems like it, when you worry in such a way for an alien race that has never been in a war as horrible as theirs, and fear for what is to come just because you weren't careful enough or because you couldn't stop yourself from a little diversion outside of the war, something to forget about it and everything you lost with whatever the new planet would bring you, just to see it gone in a sea of fire, if Magnus was here everyone that had contact with the humans or, Primus forbid, even took them to their base was going to be lectured to the Earth and back to Cybertron.
Sunstreaker should know, as he feels the nauseating feeling of dread and anger creep in his spark chamber before he gives Sideswipe a very well earned hit to the helm, because he doesn't want to be remembering you in this right moment, much less with a ground shaking fear that comes from a gun pointing your little helm, an image created by the sick imagination full of what if taking the worse turn possible because the gun on such image is Megatron's.
Not his problem.
Sideswipe may be short of an arm and his fuel is almost nonexistent, but he worries about you first as it was mandatory.
Sunstreaker hates it, because it drags him in, and he shares the image by how hard and how much Sideswipe thinks of it, combined with his natural talent of creativity, drawing a desolating future picture that has them both boiling the few energon they have left on their lines before he shuts the bond for good, before the bleeding spark of his brother tries to reach out again for comfort, he can't deny him.
"Keep your processor down for a few clicks or get away from me", there is no softness in his words as he remembers on his own, how they took Sideswipe's arm by force right in front of him, his brother gives him a look, "why are looking at me like that? I told you over the bond to stay near! It's not my fault you ended like this!"
It was enough molten anger to keep him going, he didn't need to think, he didn't need to remember.
It wasn't his fault that everything became like this.
"I never said it was", fear gripped his spark for a second, shutting down the bond faster than ever, his brother didn't seem to know or feel, only referring to his missing member while touching the fast work they had to do in order to prevent him from leaking to death, flexing his digits, proving once again the fruit of your progress, "I'm just... I wish I could've said see you later at least".
Sunstreaker wasn't know for his patience, in the past it was almost neverending for his own brother, but even now it was running quite dry when another image of you with a gun in your head appeared, "Just let it rest, Primus damn it".
Saying it, demand of such, is wishful thinking, Sideswipe is worried and also drags Sunstreaker down for other reasons, everything happens way too fast for his own liking but not for Sideswipe, for him this is going on so slow, like a sick torture.
One moment, he is looking at the betrayed expression of his brother, the other half of his spark, the next, he can't even feel his digits move, he can't activate his optics, fear takes his spark at believing he has lost all visual sensors and when he tries there's a huge desire to remain blind once again.
The body of his brother is what greets him when said sensors are, apparently, activate, he doesn't know how much time goes by, but he has long stopped trying to even reach the supposed carcass or the accusations coming from it before his solitary dementia takes a turn for the worse.
"Sunstreaker".
That isn't Sideswipe voice.
Air chokes on his ventilation system, bringing his real body back online if only for a moment, he can hear, see, and all around him is the destroyed bridge, the corroding frames above him, there is nothing, but the voice calls once again, he realizes it's coming from his mind.
"Do you think of anything else that isn't you?", your voice, this supposed voice of yours, comes from his databank, Sunstreaker knows you once said those words, but never with that little smile, the same you would give to Sideswipe all the time, the same you showed when he at least viewed you like a wild animal inside his home since you didn't do a mess around you, a glitch of his memories, corrosion has made it's way to his brain processor, he is sure, this isn't real, you never said those words like that, he tries to deny it, you've never talked to him in that way, words that sting but heavy with sweet softness, how long has it been since he heard another being talking, at least in his head? If this was the real you, he realizes, he would have been pleased to hear you, and once he focuses enough, he can see you, and it's fantastic, it's part of his broken mind but it will torment him anyway, "They all could've died".
Your smile is soft, your words sting, and he reacts in a defensive way.
"No one died!"
"Sideswipe could've died".
"He didn't die! I made sure of it!".
"Earth could've died".
The phantom of you is worst than any illusion created by a phobia shield, as it whispers in his audials, so near to him, your hands get near his faceplate and, as disgusting as he feels, his biolights are bright, his EM field sends a hot pleasurable wave when the expectation of touch after so long is almost a reality before you stop, centimeters before touching him, his spark cries out for contact after so long as he grunts in frustration, "I could have died".
"You didn't", conviction drips from his words, the need to move just a tad bit more, memories of your little organic servos touching and getting debris out with delicacy, as if you could damage him.
He wishes to have know how your skin felt, how it would have been without those gloves, so he could use it now, he gets to see your hands again, but they are rotten meat and bones in front of him.
Sunstreaker screams, he screams your name with worry, with sadness, with anger, there is nothing he can do to stop it as he tries to stop it with his servos as if stopping a leaking line it was.
Kill them all
Your voice isn't yours anymore, the way your eyes look at Sideswipe isn't there anymore, and the decaying of your body keeps on going as if you got the rust disease.
Sunstreaker wants to scream again, call for help, help for him, help for you, Sideswipe, Ratchet, Prowl, Ironhide, Optimus, someone, just someone.
Kill all the humans
He wants you to stop, wants to tell you it isn't true, yell it so hard his vocalizer malfunctions just to make you believe him, it wasn't him, he didn't mean it! He just couldn't forget it! He couldn't handle it any longer!
Kill all the humans for what they did to me
"I didn't-", regret is something he didn't need, tears are things he saw as part of the most weak, but he can't stop himself, "I didn't mean to- I didn't- I'm sorry-", and he sees it again, the image of you with a gun directed to your head, he can see now the reflection of his actions as now Starscream's blaster is pointing at you, Sunstreaker has little time to even form a word, try to move, or even think before the image is processed or before the blaster has already been shoot right in front of him, right through you.
All he can do is look at your moveless body in an ocean of hundreds at his pedes, in front of him, blood gushing out of them, to then realize the blaster is on his own servos.
It was an image that keeps repeating, over and over, a sickening response with no answer from you at his pleads to stop, to come back, and then you're no longer, a face putrid and lost in the corroding meat around.
As the real you is holding Sideswipe's servos in your tiny hands, hearing him lament his fallen brother with gritted dentae, holding back tears of ire and grief as he asks you to stay with him, stay where he can keep you safe when the images of your face are show in the TV as you were a criminal, footage of you being chased by Sideswipe in the week filled with angry in your own pettiness, but now there is so many people being questioned about strange driverless cars and why they were near them.
Optimus said he was sure your government would see reason and understand the situation, but you are human, you know your people better, you feel uneasy when they talked with the autobot leader, that strange doubt making a pit in your stomach, your family begging you to come back home, away from the aliens, pointing at them like they were the ones to destroy New York not long ago.
And Sideswipe, who always thinks first based on his instincts, holds you tenderly by your hands, almost begging you not to go because he doesn't trust them, because when he found Hunter he noticed, those machines were made by humans, were made to massacre your own, for what reason? Information? Subjugation? He doesn't know and he doesn't want to try his luck with what mess humans and decepticons could do.
Who is to tell if there isn't something bigger among the lines in front of you? Waiting for the moment you step on a trap, he has seen it happen so many times to so many good autobots before.
"Don't go", Sideswipe exclaims once again, his hold is gentle, warm, as he has always has been, but there is that new urgency, his usual mischievous tone is long gone and is replaced by genuine hurt, one you've never heard before, "don't go with them, stay here, I'll- I will take care of everything, you can't- I can't-".
His vocalizer is glitching, resetting more than once, he is hiccuping like one would do if the tears and sobs were overwhelming, it pains you to see him like this.
How could you leave him now?
How could Optimus tell you to go with Jimmy and Verity when you hug his soldier as far as your body can permit with a delicacy reserved for refined glass? The answer is simple, he doesn't, and he tells the humans so, because they can interrogate every human they had previous contact with if the questioned party wants so in the first place, and when they demand otherwise he only claims he bases it on humanity's own law system.
As if they wouldn't change it in their favor just to get a little more of information on the alien race.
Or even care when you make a run for it with them as their helms now have a price.
"I'm so sorry, Sides", sincere words bloom before he can stop you, or have the energy to do so, "I'm sure Sunstreaker is now in peace", your chant, your spell, goes long and beyond, and while the truth is heavy in his glossa there is a real truth he can't forget.
Sunstreaker tried to kill humanity.
And that true fact weights heavy on him as he chooses to destroy the idea of silence over the sincerity that wants to reach you from his spark, one that wants to tell you, knowing full well that he couldn't blame you if the final decision was for you to leave him too.
It's what he expects, it's what is going to happen, but even when your family tells you in shouts to come to them Sideswipe sees that look in your eyes, one that only brings him to peace as your hands take his servos with a force that doesn't seem to come from your body, "I'm here", is what you said, there is terror on your expression but you are trying to be strong for him, your body going as far as it can to embrace part of his faceplate, hold him together, "I'm not going anywhere, Sides".
Your words are true, until one day you try to clean, getting inside Sunstreaker's part of the habsuit, and find the lost cashmere blanket, tucked into a secret compartment in a delicate way even when it's torn in some places, not knowing what to do of it as the newly gifted hair clip starts to weight on you as if it is cursed.
Realizations take time in some occasions, this one took you long enough, years of obliviousness, years of living and learning of their culture to take your notice, the implications of it, and you don't know how to answer to it when Sideswipe calls your name from outside the habsuit, servos full of your things and his, ready to go to your new shared habsuit with your roomie in Autobot city.
#reader insert#x reader#transformers#tf mtmte#transformers x reader#angst#transformers idw#transformers x human reader#tf sunstreaker#idw sunstreaker#tf sideswipe#idw sideswipe
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Oh the symbolism of Alex’s feelings being fire and Henry’s being water.
(Btw,this is mostly just me over analyzing every single detail because I’m like that)
Aside from the fact than Casey themselves said that,it also shows in the book. A lot.
The most obvious one are their signs, Alex being Aries, Henry being Pisces.
Let’s start with Alex.
Alex has the whole Vienna by Billy Joel thing going on. Mostly because he is an ambitious person who knows what he wants, but also, because of trauma.
After his parent’s divorce, he felt like shit so he just focused all of his energy into something to help him in some way, that something being academic validation. He focused into something than made him feel like he was good, like he was smart and like he was worthy.
Alex is also described as having a “fire under his ass” all the time.
Alex focused on the future so much than he forgot to live the present. And maybe, that was the whole point. Maybe he focused on the future because he needed to take his mind off the present. Because the present hurt.
Because in the present, his parents divorced and June was growing up and becoming a teenager while Alex stayed a kid (his parents divorced when he was 12). And as he grew up, he continued to focus on the future. He focused on the future because in the present, his mom was so focused and busy with trying to become the first female president, than sometimes it felt as if she didn’t had time for her family. Time for him. He didn’t held it against her, but deep down it hurt. In the present, June was going to college and leaving him behind, and he didn’t saw his dad as often.
And Alex being both ambitious and dedicated and using denial as if it was a blanket, he could forget about the present and just look into the future. He could put all of his energy into school, into his job. He could pull all night studying, writing and rewriting an essay by hand to the point he didn’t feel his fingers, he could give all of himself to, at least, have someone tell him than he “did a good job”.
Alex had a fire under his ass. He always had it, but maybe, some part of it was from his own creation.
Alex’s feelings are like fire, strong and steady, warm but also, dangerous. They are dangerous since they are so strong they can burn all of him if he let them take over, so he pushes them down. Using denial as a blanket once again.
Henry’s feelings are water. They are like the sea, sometimes calm and slow, like the sea in a summer’s day, like the tides. But sometimes, the sea had storms. Storms than agitated the water, making it dangerous and vicious. Making it swallow boats and people.
But, didn’t matter the state of the sea / Henry’s feelings, there was one thing in common with both the calm and slow sea and the storm agitated sea, and that was than both the sea and Henry’s feelings were always bottomless.
Letting that aside, let’s go directly to the book.
At the lake house confession, Alex used the term “fire under my ass”. They were also inside of the lake, with the water enveloping both of them. Surrounded by water.
Surrounded by Henry’s feelings. Feelings than enveloped both of them, since Alex loved Henry back and Henry couldn’t hide it anymore. It enveloped them both, since Henry’s feelings were so big at the moment, there wasn’t enough space inside of him, and they got out.
After the confession, Henry is the first one to get out of the lake, apparently, running away from Alex’s feelings, but using the symbolism, also running away from his. Not denying himself what he felt, since he already knew, but trying to ignore it. Trying to ignore his feelings and the fact than Alex reciprocated because that just couldn’t work out. It didn’t make sense than Alex loved him back.
When Alex appears at Kensington, it was raining.
It was, basically, Henry breaking down. Henry’s feelings being too much for him to handle, too deep, too bottomless, to keep inside of him anymore. And at the lake house, they were the lake, calm and steady. He had an incredibly good time at the lake house, he still didn’t know than Alex loved him back, he was just basking on the luxury of loving Alex and Alex enjoying his company too.
Now, however, his feelings were rain. Alex said than it was “dark and pissing down rain”. Strongly raining. Henry knew Alex loved him back, and he couldn’t deal with that. He couldn’t deal than, when it all would eventually end, as he thought it would, he would not only break his own heart, but Alex’s too.
At the moment, he still believed than he deserved nothing, than he was only born to be a puppet for the crown. Than he didn’t deserve happiness, didn’t deserve Alex’s love because, what was there of him to love?
However, even if he didn’t feel deserving of happiness, of Alex’s feelings, he still loved him. He loved him strongly like the rain outside.
Rain outside, than, by the way, was soaking Alex.
Alex was soaking in Henry’s feelings the moment he arrived at Kensington. One, because Henry’s feelings were so deep and strong than occupied all of London, and two, because those feelings were directed specially towards Alex.
When Alex was screaming at Henry about why the fuck he ghosted him, the book says “Henry paces over to the elaborately carved fireplace across the room”
The fireplace. The fireplace has a big part in this scene omg.
He paces over it. He’s deciding whatever he should accept Alex’s feelings or not. Because giving Alex up nearly killed him, but if he accepted his feelings, everything else would be so much more complicated. They would have to fight, and as we see later in the scene, Henry doesn’t think of himself as a fighter, but a coward.
Then, we have Alex saying than Henry didn’t make it fucking easy but than he loved him.
And then, the book says “A small click cuts the silence: Henry has taken his signet ring off and set it down on the mantel. He holds his naked hand to his chest, kneading the palm”
So much happens in a few lines,let’s see.
He takes of his signet ring (a symbol of monarchy, something than probably was passed down to him, which means than it’s also a symbol of history. The prince of Wales signet ring (Charles ring) reads: Ich Dien. I serve. A tangible representation of his service to the country. Of his responsibilities) and he puts it in the fireplace.
The fireplace, which represents Alex’s feelings.
He takes off his ring, takes off monarchy and that sense of expectation than comes with it, and set it in top of the fireplace. Leaves the two possible futures for him side by side. The ring, meaning monarchy, having to pretend someone he’s not, probably marrying a woman and stay in the same place and system than caused him so much pain. But than, nonetheless, would be the easier choice.
Or, a possible future with Alex. A future they both would have to fight tooth and nail for, and maybe, will not even happen. Maybe they will not be accepted. Maybe it all would turn out wrong. But than, even if it’s the most complicated and unknown path, is the one where Henry would be able to be himself for once, and where he would have Alex at his side.
When Alex’s takes out the “Dear Thisbe” note out of his pocket and shows it to Henry, Alex said than the note was soggy from the rain.
Soggy from Henry’s feelings.
The note was full of Henry’s feelings. That was Henry’s confession, his quiet declaration.
Now more than anything, the note was true.
I wish there weren’t a wall.
Before, the wall was, apart from the fact than Henry thought than they could not be together because he was brainwashed by the crown, there were several walls. One wall, was that one. The fact than Henry was a prince. The second wall, was the ocean between them, separating them all the time. The third wall, was the wall between their feelings. The wall than Henry thought was there but never was. The wall than Henry thought separated his romantic feelings and Alex’s platonic and sexual ones.
When Henry declares, he isn’t looking at Alex, but at the mantel. At the mantel while he said than “it was never supposed to be an issue”, than he thought he could just have a part of Alex in secret until he got tired of him.
He said that, while staring at the mantel, at the two possible futures for him.
“I never thought I’d be stood here faced with a choice I can’t make”
He was still staring at the mantel. What was he supposed to choose, the path than was written since before he was born, the easy path yet the unhappy one, or the unknown path, the one he didn’t know where would led them but than, still, it would led Henry to a more happy place, even if it will be more complicated.
When they start to make out, Henry cries. His tears, water, a representation of his feelings. Feelings too deep, too big to keep inside anymore, and slipping out of him.
When they end, Alex said than the fire had gone out.
I don’t think than that fire represented Alex’s feelings, but more like, fire as in anger. Things were calm yet tense when they ended. No more screaming, both too tired for it.
The morning after, its still raining. But focus on the way Alex describes the rain.
“and there’s a violent rain lashing against the big picture window, half-revealed by parting curtains”
Violent rain, Henry’s feelings inside of him, being violent, eating him out.
Yesterday, it was also raining. But, it wasn’t raining in America, but in London. In London, where Alex wasn’t supposed to be, Henry wasn’t expecting Alex in London. So, it was kind of as if he was hiding his feelings for Alex.
Now, it was raining while Henry was aware Alex was in London, in his bed.
The rain was “half-revealed by parting curtains”, he was slowly revealing to Alex his feelings, the intensity of them, and the internal conflict going inside of him.
Alex noted than Henry’s ring was still at the mantel, than he didn’t take it in the morning, it stayed at Alex’s side.
Henry already made the choice. The choice to try, to fight. He choose the future he wanted, and he choose Alex.
So yeah, that was my little analysis.
#can you tell I’m obsessed with this book?#rwrb#red white and royal blue#casey mcquiston#firstprince#alex claremont diaz#henry fox mountchristen windsor#red white & royal blue#prince henry#prince henry of wales#henry my love#henry and alex#henry windsor#henry x alex#alex x henry#alex and henry#henry mountchristen windsor#rwrb henry#june claremont diaz#nora holleran#pez okonjo#bea fox mountchristen windsor#the super six#red white royal blue#one last stop#iksw#i kissed shara wheeler
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